I feel nothing when I look at my father, From a far I saw him pedal his way to me; Like a stranger, a passerby I need not to greet. I feel nothing when I look at my father, When he talked about my younger years, As if he was there for a minute or two. I feel nothing when I look at my father, Loud ...Read more

The thoughts are back And so are you We're fighting again And i'm tired I'm far too tired You've stripped me of any light I ever had I'm too tired to rhyme Too tired to come up with a good line Leave me please Before I lock myself in a room And pour my heart out to tears That will never be seen I...Read more

my father is sexist, yeah—saying it still feels strange, ’cause I know he provided, kept gas in the tank, food on the plate, money steady, roof never shaking, but his words still left stains that don’t wash out easy. and I still love him, don’t twist that into something clean, but if he wore anoth...Read more