Poetry

Saw this poem in a book 📕 titled:
My father's eyes, my mother's rage and I can’t stop thinking about it 

I guess my father is a good guy.
he is as good as he can be
and he loves within his own capacity.
he is funny and I have his sense of humor. 

that's why I laugh as I walk away from pain, just like him.

He taught me a lot by not teaching me at all, except to run when things get hard.

so, I keep running into the next man's arms, hoping he will hold me tighter than the last, but it never lasts.
(and I learned it all from my dad)

searching for love in all the wrong places, thrilled by the chase, until I hate it.
we are not so different than each other. when all is said and done,
I am my father's daughter.