poetry

Painful / Saneful

On the one hand, painful couldn’t get more.

On the other, saneful couldn’t get less.

And maybe, guess what?

Maybe, I’m not good enough for you:

But I’m better than she now deserves.

 

And on the one hand, painful couldn’t get worse.

And on the other, saneful couldn’t get better.

And maybe, reset me this?

Maybe, I’m not the man you thought I was:

But I am the man I myself can believe in.

 

And whilst on the one hand my daughter praises me, kind,

On the other, you disgrace me all the goddamn time.

And whilst my daughter says all the shit I went and did right,

You inform of all the shit I did wrong.

But I am the man I myself can believe in.

 

I am that good man, for sure.

 

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