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Daddy Issues

You dont know me.
You know what you think I am.
And nothing has changed that perception since we cared,
Probably when you were sober.
Why are you here?
So you can be the proud father,
Or so you can say fucking around meant something?
What does any of that have to do with me?
You want to be the doting dad--
You're begging me to defy you.
I guess it doesn't really matter,
It wasn't about me anyway.
You got what you created.

You dont know me.
You know what you want me to be.
And nothing has changed that expectation since we met,
Probably when we were drunk.
Why am I here?
So you can be the perfect boyfriend,
Or so you can say fucking around was worth it?
What does any of that have to do with me?
You want to be the fool in love--
You're begging me to hurt you.
I guess it doesn't really matter,
It wasn't about me anyway.
You got what you wanted.

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  • arafura gold member
    January 9, 2008

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    wow...

    Bittersweet and questioning work poet. This is a very raw and real snapshot of life and I love the way you can express your angst. Excellent!