When I was six years old
And daddy told me “Don’t worry, I’m doing this for us”
What right did I have to distrust?
The world is made of happiness
And sunshine
And nothing bad can touch you
At six
How would I have known?
But at eighteen
When I was no longer pure
And had experienced many things that
‘Would never happen to me’
I had all the right to distrust
Because the world is not made of happiness
But of people who ‘want to do this for us’
And who claim ‘I love you’ at the thought of .
At eighteen and two months though
My mother told me that my father was right
He was ‘doing this for us’
And at eighteen and three I understood
He left
Because he knew.