No.
At first it hurts,
each and every time.
But I don't do pain,
I do hate.
I do vengeance.
I do Fury, Rage, and Malicious Dreaming,
where my wicked smile erases all misery
and the drums match the beat of my heart.
No.
I will not cry for you,
i will not scream.
I don't expect to hug you ever again,
or to look you in the eye.
This is how I deal,
because I'm weak,
but thats fine.
Because you are the dirt beneath my feet,
not the stars within my sky.
No.
I will not bleed,
starve,
or stop dreaming, sleeping, deep
because I might see you there-
I haven't dreamt of you in years,
I'm surprised I even remember your face.
It's okay though, I won't suffer with you on my mind.
No.
You never knew me.
Never once did you stop and smile,
proud of who I am.
It's okay Dad,
It only hurts at first to have your heart broken,
but someday...
We'll start with hi,
and see where we go from there,
If you are willing to love me again.
