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I wish I could take away,
at least some of the pain.
I don't know how to say it,
how to even explain.

I didn't want to hurt you,
and I'm sorry if I did.
I wasn't trying to,
I should have ran and hid.

There's nothing now that I can do,
to take the pain away.
But this cannot go on like this,
I can't take another day.

We cannot just be friends,
and you know it as well as I,
the pain is far too great,
it reaches further than the sky.

It may be that something,
just never resolved itself,
it could be that one of us,
sat it right out on a shelf.

It could be the child,
who was never allowed to matter,
it could be that seeing us,
just made you even sadder.

It could be a lot of things,
but one thing that I know,
is I cannot be your friend,
because my love will always show.

And when times are tough and you feel lost,
again you will claim you care,
and I will be waiting once again,
for someone who wont be there.

I don't know why you did this,
why you didn't just let it be.
I don't know why you felt the need,
to say what you said to me.

I'm sorry but I told the truth,
when I said it was too late.
I'm sorry that no one can take back,
all the problems, all the hate.

He needs his parents all the time,
not a few hours here and there,
he needs to see that his life is full,
of people who constantly care.

Your his father, this is true,
but never have you even knew,
when he would cry or what he needs,
so this isn't something you can do.

If I could know with everything,
you'd be there for him no matter what she started,
then it wouldn't be this poem,
that I wrote as we parted.

But we cant play happy little family,
for a few hours twice a week.
He cant hear the way you talk to me,
your voice cracking as you speak.

And then always wonder why,
if his parents cared about each other so,
why weren't things different,
why did they ever let go.

It wouldn't even last,
no matter how you tried,
because your heart would truly break,
every time we left and you cried.

You've missed too much you said,
and you are without a doubt right,
what kind of dad can you be,
when she will always start a fight.

You say it will never work with her,
I hate to say thats good.
But if you think Evan is your escape route,
than someone misunderstood.