Lisa

“I am my absent father's daughter

for I can't help but believe I am
too hard to love, that they will
all leave when I no longer
dress with sugar and smiles

for I can't help but think I am
too much and somehow too little
all at the very same time

for I can't help but be scared to
believe in someone only for my
trust to be betrayed again,
and I can't help that this worry
is always in the back of my mind

there is so much love in me,
it is like drowning rain,
but what if I drown their garden?
what if my hope weighs too
heavy that they wish
to be freed of me

just like he did?”
― lisa