My heart is
to the different kinds
in the back.
a future with.
on the furniture
i move on,
and learn to
like a moherfucker.
I try to
‘’You’re nothing but a bag of shit!’’
roared my dad
with temper fuming
when I was 13 years old…
I’m now 27 years older
and this one insult
still paralyzes me right
down to the bone,
drenched in a pool of my own tears.
I don’t remember why he said that
all I remember are those 7 words
ringing loudly like the temple bells
in the deep recesses of my soul.
Like a stain that refuses to leave
the words are etched in my memory,
so strongly with the expression of disgust speaking volumes..,
the sad thing is… that even after all this time…
those 7 fucking words can still reduce me to a puddle of dirt.
The heartbreak that I never got over,
is the worst one of all..