parasite

a poem for my father.

and i love You.
because You’re
wonderful and
amazing and
an angel and
a saint
all rolled up into one

but my love is a selfish love, and I want to cling to You and
be Your center and
to receive Your unconditional love and
to be perfect in Your eyes

it is not god who is my everything, but You
and my love isn’t real only
lust for Your love and
lust for Your attention and
lust for Your approval

i know no god in my heart but You
i do not love through him like You do

that
is
why
Your
love
is
so
pure

but no, not i

i
feed off of You
and
live off of You
and
strive off of You

and i will die with You.