Content note: Family
It hurts every time either of them speak to me.
What is conversation?
Me steeling myself, preparing for the inevitable blows?
I’ve heard that love and hate are opposites.
But truly the opposite of both is indifference.
If Only I could achieve it.
Should I remember the way we used to be today?
Me and my dad.
Laughing and relating
But no longer.
You see… I’m Queer.
And that’s always what I’ll be to him now.
This is what they call familial love.
And I keep coming back.
Knowing the rain will fall.