I would like to dedicate this to my father.
The man who made me who I am today.
Strong, independent, and unable to trust any
man who comes into my life.
promise after promise, broken.
Like my heart over time.
My own father couldn't love me.
I blame him for the unloved feeling that I've
become used to.
I blame him for the absence of self-confidence.
I blame him for the scars that rest on my body.
He couldn't, how could I?
How could you?
You, who I would give the world to.
You, who I would do everything for.
Yet I push you away.
Before you can damage my already frail heart.
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