Father Figure

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Father Figure is a poem of a woman's struggles of never having a proper relationship with her father and going through life with confusion of what love from a man really is.

Submitted: May 15, 2016

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No true memories Just scarring visuals of a life filled with unanswered questions Why? How? When? Why should I live without real knowledge of love.? How could you taint my soul so that I would never feel another's so purely.? When will I be able to forgive the past that has corrupted my present.? Your words were so loud yet spoke of nothing but silence Your hands were your reason and the bottle was your escape Instead of portraying peace and safety You threw your anger and personal demons into our lives as if you had nothing else to offer Sleepless nights wondering if we would have to defend the walls that were never a home From the lifeless body that was never a father Lies and mind fucks constantly played with a never ending rollercoaster of misunderstanding Why.? How.? When.? Why did your past have control of my future? How could you ruin what i could have been.? When will I find the real figure.? So I use this world as gameboard This body as my piece And my mind as the player Never knowing what true love was to be I found my own Though I could never hold the real version only the tricked and confused What this world has to offer is more than I've ever received from you The way they look at me in lust gives my mind a rush Wanting so much of me and offering all that I want with one touch Though I jump through the hurdles of the creeps, abusers, and addicts I find more in many than I could ever dig for in one As a child I thought the word "Daddy" meant the one who would love me unconditionally, never lie, hurt, nor abandon me But as I've grown into this unsteady woman trying to find the balance between reality and my personal vendetta "Daddy" is just a word No true meaning Only a key to the never ending physical and materialistic love I crave

Father I Figure -K. Reeves-


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