Today, watching this boy, a bold reminder of an answer I had in college resurfaces. Someone had asked me “Why do you want to teach special ed?” My reply resounds with me in this moment. “The reality is, to make a real difference for just one student, is enough reason for all of the trouble.”
So don’t you dare to place your lips on mine, if those lips are also going to be the ones saying a final goodbye just when I had gotten used to them being around.
Please don’t call me when you need a shoulder to cry on; my shoulder is not yours anymore.
This is the generation that smokes away the anxiety. The generation that drinks til everything left in vision blurs into the night. We kiss. But we are not in love
I’m not the girl I used to be when we first met, I’m not the girl who loved you more than she loved herself.
If I stayed in graduate school, I don’t know. I’d have spent nine years working on a useless Phd thesis instead of interviewing prostitutes at 3 in the morning for HBO.