Father.

Sat, 10/06/2018 - 21:09 -- Yanii

Father. you always call to say nothing in particular you ask what i'm doing or where I am and when the silence stretches like a lifetime between us I scramble to find questions to keeep the conversation going. What i long to say most is. I understand this world broke you. I don't blame you for not knowing how to remain soft with me. Sometimes I stay up thinking of all the places you are hurting which you'll never care to mention. I come from the same aching blood. From the same bone so desperate for attention I collapse in on myself. I am your daughter. I know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. Cause it is the only way I know how to tell you...

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