Disreputable Donor
inattentive.
the color of my eyes
my beloved bed-time story
my necessities for when i slept
the way i looked up to you as if you were the answer to all of my problems.
incompetent.
lack of compassion
staying out until dawn
never in attendance for notable occasions
leaving when all i needed was you.
undignified.
disappearing without a trace
starting a new family
giving them the tenderness i deserved
being happy when all you should feel is shame.
you were never a father.
it hurt knowing you moved on
when I could not fathom
your absence in the first place
yet it must still hurt you knowing
i am your most precious penitence.
maybe i was just a
figment of your imagination
a fictitious character in your
sadistic comedy that left me utterly
and completely traumatized.
your abandonment brought
out my deepest insecurities
leaving a confused little girl
who would eventually
question her existence and worth.
you were never a father.
my mother warned me of false hope
and like a careless toddler
i burned myself with your fire
every vicious burn turned into a
horrific scar that left me haunted.
i was traumatized by the lies you told me
your appalling games that i fell for all too easily
i was a helpless young girl caught in your web of lies
too young and juvenile to perceive you for what you really were;
a compulsive manipulator with no sympathy.
i began to doubt the vow you made
the promise a father should retain to his daughter
you were the man i was supposed to look up to
and instead you quickly became the deadbeat
that left his child subdued and despondent.
you were never a father.
maybe i am too harsh when it comes to you
or maybe i am not grating enough
the explicit words i wish to say to you
will never reveal how i feel
my deepest thoughts will forever be locked within me.
i question my emotions towards you
if it is natural to feel such hatred for one person
thinking of you brings me pure repugnance
and i deeply regret longing for a relationship with you
you deserve nothing but agony.
from the deepest part of my heart
i will always despise you
yet i have to thank you for leaving
because in your absence god blessed me
with a man who will always keep his promise.
he is my father.
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