Dad.

This is to you.
This is to the man who took my heart out of my body as young as a day year old, stepped on it, felt a little bad, and tried to sneak it back in.
This is to you.
This is to the man who thought it was okay to walk in and out of my life whenever he wanted.
This is to you.


To the one and only man in this world that has the capability to transform me from princess of his castle, to shit on the floor.
To you.
That rude conductor you ask for directions and gives you a blank face.
To you.
The guy that everyone is afraid to say hi to at family gatherings.
To you.
The guy that teachers are scared to say bad things to at parent teacher night.


This is to you.
My father.