Your Daddy Issues
I heard your pain before you even spoke about it.
Your eyes were loud with trauma gifted to you
by a father whose traits you fear you have.
A father who you can only understand
if you’re high and playing poker
because you’re used to games with him,
rather than connection.
Everything you didn’t say about him,
gave you away.
And even though I understood you were broken,
a part of me expected you not to follow his example.
So I write down those unsaid things because maybe
if I put into words what you refuse to say aloud,
you can understand yourself, and we can both heal.