dad

if my home was a hotel
and only love was welcome
it would always be vacant.
the air is cold and bitter
when it should be warm and welcoming
beckoning us to come in
but instead we want to crawl away
and act as if we were never here
because if we act like it
then maybe we will actually believe it
maybe we could forget
all the fighting and yelling
maybe i could forget how you made me mad
how you took it out on your family
because life wasn't going your way.
maybe i would forget the furniture flying through the air because i forgot to put my laundry away.
maybe i could forget all the hate and rage built upside me
because you acted with no love and there wasn't an ounce of humanity left in you.
but those are all maybes that i'm willing to happen
where in reality it will fester and eventually blow up when one of us has had enough