That little girl.
How could you?
17 years without the love of a father
How can you think that is fair?
I didn’t know any better.
I mean, I let you.
But how?
How could you let me?
“Its okay.” you whisper.
I know it’s not, i think it’s not.
But how should I know?
I am just a little girl.
Longing for your love.
IS this how you love?
Than I will let it happen.
The smell of whiskey on your breath.
I will never forget that smell.
You kiss my shoulder.
I cringe, it’s not right, I know, I think.
But how should I know?
Your pajamas are so silky.
Almost skin like.
“I’m not wearing pajamas.” you stutter drunkenly.
That’s it, I’m done.
I break free, you’re too drunk to follow me.
You know I won’t say a word.
Why should I?
That’s normal, I know, I think.
But how should I know?
I was only a little girl.
