my dad left me when i was young,
too free to be stifled
by a child.
now that i am a teenager,
he comes back.
he asks me how my mother is,
and i say "dead".
his smile turns downwards
and i cannot felt but feel
that he is responsible for her death.
he says, "i didn't do anything,"
when i snap at him,
and yes, that's the issue.
you didn't do anything
to save me from that trauma,
you didn't do anything
when she was bleeding out on the floor,
you didn't do anything
when she slit her wrists
and blood poured down the sink.
one parent can not replace another,
no matter how hard you try.
i needed a father four years ago,
but now
there is too much hate in my heart
to make room for you.