I came into this world,
Your one and only.
You left me to Mom to take care of me.
You wouldn't hold me when I would cry.

I got older,
and you got remarried
To a woman who bared three more kids for you.
Your words became abusive
and you blamed your mistakes on me.
You still wouldn't hold me when I would cry.

I am an adult now,
and a stronger one since you tried to break me down.
While everyone else thinks you deserve Dad of the Year,
I know your phony antics.
I also know now that I don't need you to
hold me when I cry.

But I thank you for distancing yourself
because when you did,
I learned I could stand on my own.

If you had a heart,
you wouldn't have cheated on her.
You wouldn't have told me that
you loved me,
or left me to defuse your own problems.

If you had a heart,
you would admit you were wrong.
You would quit speaking me to after,
and quit bragging to your brothers.

If you had a heart,
I wouldn't be writing this in the first place.
I would be at ease.
I wouldn't be reflecting on losing my virginity
to a married man.
I would be whole.