To be honest,
I’m sad I wasn’t good enough in the eyes of someone like you.
I’m sad I wasn’t strong enough to rid myself of you.
I’m sad you weren’t the person I dreamt of you to be.
I’m sad you were the worst man.
The worst man.
Here I am, on my own.
This baby with me.
Suffering without the man a father should be.
Here I am, all alone.
This baby is developing.
Wanting to condemn the man that did this to me.
You’re a sperm bank.
A blind donar.
Except, regretfully, I know your face.
It’s imprinted on my brain.
It’s everything I used to love.
Now it’s in our daughter’s features.
How could I not be enough for the likes of you?
You’re human garbage through and through.
You called me an angel many times.
Yet you beat me as if it’s not a crime.
I’m an angel Nick, you said it was true.
You tried to rip my wings off.
Too late, away I flew.