dear dad - the present

the anger continued

but we turned a teary blind eye.

a kick to the puppy here, a smack to a toddler there.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

now, the only one your love would let you pick on was her.

once she found out what you did with those girls

she was furious.

so you obeyed, and stopped getting physcial.

what i saw every other weekend was just childish

i'm was disappointed in you.

you, rolling your eyes, arguing like a middle schooler.

scotch for scott every night, huh?

why did i adore you?

why was i blind until now?

none of us thought you were going to go this far.

i cant imagine what the little one thought when she found you

guilty

thumb pressed into your loves neck

hand wrapped around the back

watching ruthlessly while she flailed.

she says she wasn't sure you'd ever stop

but her baby-blue eyed daughter heard the noise

and by some form of fate

saved her moms life.

she had to watch her mom at her worst.

do you realize what you fucking did to her?

no, you don't. or you wouldn't have.

fuck you.

thinking about the cops cuffing you-

the man i always looked up to

it breaks my heart, dad.