A word you didn't seem to understand,
You acted on your thoughts
You believed everyone shared.
You tried to justify it by feelings,
Pretending there was a need for
The things you've done,
The innocence you've stolen
From your own child.
You imagined the desire
A toddler could never feel,
And proudly shared it with your friends.
Bragging about how mature
Your "little girl" was.
How good it felt for you,
To wipe the tears with the very same hand
That hurt me.
How you loved the sound
Of useless pleas,
A body you created to use.
sorry if this is triggering but im honestly so ******* done with my father, he moved to the same city as me recently and i'd rather die than be alone with him again cuz i know **** well what would happen