Its hard being vulnerable

No one wants to give the world too much

unless its pretend

only then

would you have nothing to lose

 

I loved him and that love never seemed to go away

it was just scarred

a hard love

thick and unforgiving

but it was still there

coarse and rough

yet it still remained

 

Our daughter’s naivity reflects in her eyes

her gaze searches for more

what all can she gather in those

eyes of wonder and surprise

searching for love

and I wonder if the one day will come

when all that she wants

is to see her father for that first time