My silence doesn’t mean I don’t care
as I’ve said repeatedly should you hear
fix yourself if you want my soul bare;
no lack of love for you, I love my dear
daughter who shall not suffer from your fear
of life, of honesty, of truth, of feels;
rants and threats and bad names do not endear,
they only cause more deeply planted heels.
Too bad you don’t know the difficulty
to stay away; resist the selfish love
you throw down so thoughtlessly; carelessly
from sordid places imagined above.
Blaming me for your toxic emotion
will not win you my loving devotion.
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KJ Aartila
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