still waitin' [i wish on every star above]

I suppose
if my Dad loved me–
if he showed he cared,
I would have believed
I was lovable.

But he didn’t
and I didn’t.

And I tried
to fill up that hole–
spackle spackle
pound pound
hammer hammer.

But it didn’t work.

So today,
I’m trying to
find ways
to love
myself.

I’m starting
to heal up that hole–
nurture nurture
love love
open open.

Dads, love your daughters. They need you and they deserve it.