Kissing him sounded like wailing sirens, a traumatic experience already in motion
Your Dad was never around to teach you things like riding a bike, or how to ask for the things you want so you own a dirt bike now and steal for the thrill of it. I still think you turned out just fine.
I want to romanticize the way it felt to feel your presence but always being at such a distance from you, but its hard to make something so painful sound poetic.
Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it all, just a little bit.
You'll call some other girl "babe" and I'll change my mind the same way the leaves go from green to red and one day I won't think of trauma when I hear your name, I won't be calm when I sense danger, and I won't be at peace when I hear sirens wail.