Daddy showed his love more than Mommy.
He taught me more than any man could.
Daddy proved to me that I am his priority and his most valued possession.
He especially showed it after work.
The fire in his eyes showed just what I was going to feel.
It hurt for a while and I lost my voice from the screams but no one ever heard me and he never cared to stop.
But I can't forget about my first Daddy.
He left before I was born.
I think its because he saw his life in me.
Or maybe because I was too beautiful,
that's what my mom tells me at least.
But he comes to stop by promising me he'll change not knowing that hell will change with him gone.
But my last Daddy was the most smart.
Mommy would say something and get hit and left crying.
I remember seeing blood dripping from her mouth onto the floor mixed in with the tears from her swollen eyes.
It must have hurt more for her to have me see her in that state.
But yet daddy's love is the best there is.