at last i've been to the city again. i just wanted to steer clear of the worst things my dad had instilled into my mind. how can he be so rude? i'm losing hope that he'll spare me but a little of the love i've been dying to have. one day, someone's got to pour it all to me.
we've at long last met after we ended the silly-kinda relationship. i felt the need to voice out the heartaches my dad caused me. i tried to look cheerful as he approached me but inside i felt odd. the smile that used to brighten my day in a wink of an eye now weakens my knees. i hoped he acted differently because he was sick. but i can't help but think otherwise. everything's not the same as it was. he seemed distant. maybe his magic words weren't real after all. or maybe it was just part of the pretendings we made. silly old me i believed! i felt like he was rejecting me like daddy did. i'm starting to falter...i don't even know where to find enough strength to get up. i wanted so much to cry but i held back the tears blurrying the vision of the face that brought me so much happiness. i know i'm transparent as glass but i was confident he doesn't have any idea my pain is because of him too. i guess i just have to let him go. after all, he wasn't really mine.
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