Sometimes when I think of you all I want to do is let go, let my emotions flow. But then I think of what has been engraved in my mind, you can't cry, no matter what your reason. So, I take a deep breath, wipe my eyes and move on. Because, you're not allowed to cry. You ask why? Because even though people die, you will be the one to get in trouble if I cry. That's what you say. Everything is my fault, an innocent little girl is the cause of all your problems. And so, she is left to cry until she is ready to die. Lucky for you she is ready now, so go into the dark corner where dreams die, where no one can see you and put your hands around her neck until her tears stop flowing. Then, as always, wipe your hands free of her, along with any guilt of what you have done, and simply walk away.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Story about my dad from the point of view of myself from when i was a child. Almost regretful.