I was seven years old
When my dad broke my heart.
He said he would move away
But we would never be truly apart.
I waited, and waited...
Sometimes in the intense heat, or snow
But only with age I learned
That my dad would never show.
One day I got tired of waiting
and stopped watching the road.
My heart hardened a bit though mom
Still thought it was made of gold.
I guess at this point was when
I started to lowkey hate men.
Never have one kept his word to me
Not josh, nor Caleb. Not Keith, nor Ben.
All my relationships fail,
I leave them before they leave me.
It hurts less you know?
When you know you hold the key.
So at 20 years this where I am at.
And this is why I write.
It takes the pain away you see,
Some, but not much.