Do you know how it feels to have a father but not have one the same time?
I do.

I seek love,
I am desperate to be loved,
Seeing other girls be their father’s pet, honey and what not,
And here I am trying to recall what my father used to even call me.

When I reminisce all the little time I had with him,
I can only form vivid thoughts of my parents clouting,
But not even a vague image of a father’s - good night kiss,
That I start to question myself,
Did I even get one?

So I look forward to my future,
Hope someone,
Anyone would gift me what I’ve lost.

Hence,
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry if I ask for good night kisses,
I’m sorry if I ask for attention,
I’m sorry if I beg for love- to be loved,
But boy,
I won’t be sorry for loving you hard.