Father Who
Caralee Milbourn Dad who runs away and blames it on everyone else who is syringes and burnt spoons who is a cigarette and a BIC lighter whose forehead wears a scowl who tells me I am his own who tells me he loves me whose mind is doped up won’t ever be my dad again spends time with them every single second like they’re better who used to read me stories every single night is gone is a pill found under the table is constantly chasing a high won’t ever admit he was wrong is blaming everything on my mother he spreads his forest fire of lies is jeans with dirty knees and baggy t-shirts who seems to leave more than he comes back guilt tripping me into saying I love you who doesn’t love me
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