Toxic to you is sweet love to me
Truth, up to you, is a lie, up to me.
Perspective is friendly, even when not
You have to remember to
Entertain thought.
It’s been but a while and I think things are good
I haven’t been smiling — been misunderstood
I haven’t got over the ending of things
Though now I know better and resent your genes.
But I need to father the daughter we had
You took away ‘Husband’ I won’t give you ‘Dad.’
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