I am aware of my capricious nature
But we had a mutually fickle love
Wildly inconsistent, volatile
Selfish you may have told me to be
But I guess I just couldn't trust you
Better yet me
I remember the fights
The million separation marriage
My father's neglect
I remember my mother smashing the plates in the kitchen
My fathers' weeks away
And late night drunk stumble homes
Volatility was all I knew.
(from Notes, 10/2/14, 4:42am)
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