My daddy was never my first true love.

by his blue eyed baby   Jul 14, 2008


My daddy was never my first true love.
People say a girl's first true love is her daddy
My first true love was a cold knife on my wrist.
My dripping blood cried for me.
A girl's hero is supposed to be her daddy
My hero was my headphones drowning his loud, harsh voice .
My music cried for me
My closet was my escape from my own personal hell.
My daddy has broken my heart so many times.
I would rather break every bone in my body than have a broken heart
The ironic thing is that I have never broken a bone but I have had my heart broken many times.
He had all the chances in the world to tell me he loved me
And one day he is going to wish he had taken one of them.

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