When I was little he did everything for me.
We were almost like best friends.
We did everything together.
Then, I grew up.
And he quickly became less of a father.
He became a roommate.
He made promises he never kept.
He no longer spent quality time with me.
He no longer was someone I went to with my problems.
I’m no longer my daddy’s little girl,
I am my fathers daughter.
Same birth month, 24 hours apart.
Same attitude.
Same anger issues.
Same stubborness.
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
