"Used to? Isn't being a father permenent? What, did she die?"
Yes. Tragic accident I prefer not to talk about it.
"I'm sorry..."
I'm better now, it's been four years She gave me lots of poetry to write Gave me lots of happiness when She was mine.
"She'll always be yours."
No. Okay she didn't die. She's still out there somewhere but she's not mine. I fell in love with a nerdy irish woman We were both fifteen When I said her one year old daughter Wasn't gonna scare me away I was in the trenches love.
"That's powerful To love someone so much That you are willing to raise a baby at fifteen."
At fifteen I didn't even know what love was, not when I met her anyway. I was in lust. I was blinded by a beautiful woman who was so pretty I didn't care what baggage she had. I was willing to risk my life to spend it with her.
"That's what love is."
No. That's not love. Love is waking up to someone staring at you from over the edge of your bedsheets Because that's as tall as they can get in their tippy toes Love is Mashed potatoes on your nose giggling at toppled over snowmen. Love is not just putting a bandage on a boo boo, but knowing someone has always and will forever kiss and bandage every single boo boo
"So You can never love someone like you love a child."
Well, You might. But I'm broken
Always nuture or abandon Usually both While I wander around praying for a ****** to pop.
"do you really want another child?"
Yes. I am ready. I have wandered four years with no purpose of life other than to provide for my own baby I need one, can't you understand?
"Can you even support a child?"
I could make it work, find a sitter.
No... I can't even feed myself regularly. .. There's no way I could support a family when I am as sick as I've been.
"who was the real father?"
You all ******* ask that.
She wouldn't tell me okay? Slept around, never asked for names.
"But she must have told someone."
she lied to the government. It was a pack of men who ***** her. Wearing masks. Never got a dna test, never got ANY testing Do you think I know?
"I do."
look. It's the only gift I have left to offer that little girl. I will not tell a single soul. It was someone her mother loved very much. Someone she would never be able to love without being judged. someone who must be buried beneath old corpses Hidden at the bottom of every bottle carried on her shoulders until the day she dies And even then if she is very lucky he will never know it's his. She looked him dead in the eyes and lied. she was dead in the eyes and lied she is dead in everyones eyes because she lied she can't drink enough to forget That her family regrets her And no matter how many strangers she ***** She can't make up for the ones she lied about in the beginning back when he was the only one to touch her She compensates to unravel the web with her body But the silk is woven so thick now. as thick as it is