Male - family - love - strange

Male

This four letter word is so terrifying yet intimidating that it takes your breath away 

Its loving yet threatening in both ways

Sometimes they're mistaken in fantasising and fictionalising 

Yet so boring and Compelling to find a hideaway.

He was my father, once my mother loved

He was the father of me,she adored

The guy to be proud and deprived of

The man of his words 

When he turned into this monster of dorne

He treated her like little finger treated his whore

He spoke too loud to fill the room sore

And she used to spend her silence and always hear him roar

He beat her and feed her and strangle to keep her shut

While she used to obey him clean him sleep with him instead he get her to fuck

She use to be by his side expecting love when day turns dark

Well, what was the use of it when he was ramsay to sansa stark

People call me feminist if i say or speak up

And they call me pussy if i dont stand up

They don't hear me when i write a poem on my rape scene

But all stare at me as soon as i describe a funny porn theme

When i don't get into relationships rather listen to the voice calling my name from a cocktail bar

They judge me! They treat me like i am berriene came from kings landing to winterfell this far 

Its not so that i dont love the feeling love

Its just my mother loved her love which got her only her death and a message by white dove

It may sound weird that i feel safe in hands of a person sitting by me in bar or falling for someone strange in an unknown town

Then staying in same bed sharing my same room living under the same roof and expecting to see sunrise till its dawn

Well i know its life who gives you a surprising shit every now and then and yes sometimes it awns

But i'd rather prefer a dagger into my gut then to be tortured till i am done

I know maybe it was just something happened to my mom

But i am afraid for her still as i could hear her scream until i turn my headphones on

Instead of getting married to someone i dont adore or wait till there is someone good enough that gets my mind

I rather prefer to feel his hand tighten to mine's, and smell cigarettes in morning on my hand like his cologne inclined