dad, you gave me a gift. the gift to walk out of people's lives, never looking back.
if it weren't for you i would've stayed with him, i would've called her back.
my heart would've made its way into their hands, and they would've squeezed, pulped the burden and the joy from my chest until i was no more than a body of broken bones.
i would've been happy, but only for a while. in the end it's passion that kills us.
dad, you saved my life.