you left me with a bruised heart
when you stepped on it
while walking out of my life.
you left me with a cold heart
warmed by the warmth only my mother provides
while you could provide nothing.
you left me with endless questions;
what did i do?
was i not good enough?
you left me without a clue about
where you ran away to or
why you cowered away to begin with.
you left us on our own
without a second glance;
who do you think you are?
you left me to fend for myself
while you cared for another family and i
wept about not having a father.
you left me with a damaged life
whereas you became happy
while i came from a broken home.
left left left.
all i get is left.
will i ever get anything right?