Precious

“You’re precious to me.”
That’s what he said,
Baby, I swear it
He said that once.
Your daddy, child,
He looked at me
Like I was something.
Maybe I was once.
Baby, when that happens,
You smile and say,
“Thank you.”
But don’t mean it
Don’t you dare mean it.
Somebody, someday,
They’re gonna hurt you.
And when they do,
‘Cause they will,
You’ve gotta smile and say,
“Thank you.”
Because you’re still you,
They’re not the one,
And that’s okay.
Baby, that’s okay.

[Written April 8th, 2015]

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