His crooked smile warms me,
but he doesn’t
love me.
I make my bed, brush my teeth,
wash the dishes, and do my homework,
but he doesn’t
love me.
I call just to say hello,
he thinks it’s
cute,
but he doesn’t
love me.
I give him my heart,
which he demolished with his unkept promises,
And he still doesn’t
love me.
He makes my heart feel like a little puppy,
who’s
severed body sits crushed under a bus,
because he doesn’t
love me.
I try to please him with my intelligence
but he doesn’t
love me.
Mother already knows his pain,
and tries to deflect his laser,
but it penetrates us both.
He never loved me.
I cry at night because I’m not good enough.
I punish myself because I’m not perfect.
Daddy tell me what to do so you’ll love me more.
Show me how to be the daughter you always wanted.
Show me how to make you smile.
I want to see that smile again,
the one you use when you’re proud,
the one you hide under that frown.
Show that smile, that crooked smile,
that warms me so,
that makes me feel like you really love me.
The smile that brightens my day,
and keeps my heart beating.
Daddy, show me that you love me,
give me a reason to live another day.