That Christmas

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This Christmas was that Christmas

A Christmas is supposed to be about our little flower

not your ego and your tantrums, not a chance to devour and turn something beautiful sour

You were meant to come here

see her, talk, be a father

hold her, love her, show up like you say you would

Hush now

This Christmas

you picked a fight on the phone, i still hear your voice drown out the cheer

raised your voice, threw yiur shame over my name

like I’m the problem , Im the issue ...

Hush now

Hush

you’re the one who can’t even keep your own life straight after everything was given on a silver platter ...

Nice ! you show up two hours late,

like you deserve a round of applause

for finally doing the bare minimum, as though all our time is yours

The air thick but I caught my breath

Hush now

Hush

Shush....

You lie

you lie, you try to twist and tie

you lie so much I don’t even think you know

what the truth is anymore,

before I see you even give honesty a try

You spin stories,

you twist it all up....

Hush now

Hush this delusional thrush

Getting lost in the brush

Straight up into dust

Hush now

Little one

The time is now to realise

Our fun is done

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