I am your little girl
you held me close and
forgot I was gold
you said their names but lost mine
in between your fingers on the bottle.
I was only three before you stroke
my face with your callous palms
you thought I was my mother
maybe it's why I look just like her now
I brought out demons and the insecurities you
his so well in your fist sized brain,
you had a dream of a good heart
you had a wallet the size of a grain
and never bought me a ticket
or a plate for my food or
a bullet proof chest but what you did buy
me was a way into someone else's arms
in a bathroom locked for hours and
a five year old on a floor could you
hand me a better fuck you and not another
Colors Light or Heineken or Bud Light?
What else? Pill bottles? Depression? Bipolar?
I was always right.
I could never be your little girl
we never felt alike
we never were family
and you were never my father.