Dad
When I was younger
I use to be your everything
I was daddy’s little girl
I loved the way you always use to carry me
As times passed
There were nights I would stay up
Hoping you would come home
But hours went by
And I wouldn’t see you til the next morning
I was just a kid
Who wanted you to be home
Before I went to bed
I wanted you to read me a bedtime story
Like stuff you see in movies
But I noticed a distance
And I was only a child
I felt abandoned
Maybe this would explain the nightmares at night
Who knows
Now I’ve grown up
Realized a lot
Experienced heartache
When it was brought to my attention
That the lips you kissed
Weren’t my mom’s
They were another women’s
And I ran towards you
Cried as I looked into your eyes
And for a moment
You just didn’t care
You couldn’t hug me
And say “I’m sorry I hurt you, your brother, and sister”
I stood there with perfume bottle in one hand
And clenched fist in the other
Debating rather I should throw something at you
Or hurt you as you’ve done to me
And then I realized
You still didn’t care
I walked away and cried
And realized
This whole time
You were just a stranger living in my home
But didn’t earn the title of being called my “dad”
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