Sep 19, 2010 15:43
If you don't do it right, if you're not good enough, it has consequences. But it's okay. My dad left, I'm an expert at failing.
It works, too.
Because he can't remember when my birthday is, but I have one anyway. It happens, without him knowing, every year. On the same day every year. It doesn't change, it's always there. He can't remember what I do, what I like, who I am, to call, if only somtimes. But I am here anyway.
With a lid, and a cloud, secrets and quiet thoughts. But I'll be better.
One day I'll be so happy he realises he wants me. If nothing is wrong, if nothing is hard, there's no reason for him to stay away.
rain