I O U What she owes me is time and tears. She owes me years of trying to get her to see me as more than a father who never loved her like a daughter. My DNA is not my fault. She owes me open doors, The one she kept shut, The one I stood in front of, with secrets on the wings of the butterflies in my throat, my fist next to my ear in the air, waiting for the courageous cue to knock. I fell in and out of love so long ago that telling her about it now already counts as Once Upon A Time. She owes me from the beginning and everything in between, I angrily tainted too. She owes me the kind of love I always intended to give her. I'm just as hurt as she was. I'm just as hurt as she is. You owe me your time and tears.
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