I still cry when I talk about you
Although I'm no longer 12
And I only think of you
once a week
At the most

You've ruined me
for every relationship
I'll ever have
And my love will never be
easy
or
beautiful
like a silk ribbon on the wind
but more comparable
to a kite in a hurricane

I'll only love
musicians
but it'll never be
practical enough
to last
and I'll live my life
searching-
for some
fragment of a dream
that you never set an example for

thanks dad