I can't explain how painful it is
To wait for something that never comes.
Never.
Waiting for your text
your call
for you to come home.
You left too soon. We never had a chance to really know each other. Out of 28 years we had one week. One week to cram in a lifetime of stories and apologize. A lifetime of broken hearts and tears to wipe away. We were ready to let the hurt go. To start over. And then you had to leave.
I want my time. I never had a dad. I was ready to have one. They said you would be ok.
Broken things
like me
are better alone.
9:59 p.m. - 2014-09-24
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