But most importantly dear mother, I apologize for leaving you, promising that I will come back after 6 months but never living up to it.
They’re the men that taught us our standards, pushed us past our boundaries, made us feel safe, let us follow our dreams, and taught us how to ride a bike somewhere in between.
I don’t ever mean to pull away. It’s never malicious. It isn’t because I hate someone, or that I’ve decided my life is better without them. It’s because my f*cking brain says, “You’re done for a while. Go hibernate, ya weirdo.”
Why does poetry get such a bad rap? Why are we quicker to pass on it, call BS on it, or assume it has no place in the modern day?
You’re continually pushing yourself to be your best.
He monitors what she’s doing to ensure that she’s safe, but he isn’t too intrusive. He gives her the space she needs to grow on her own. Lets her make her own choices, even if sometimes they don’t end so well. Gives her freedom. Then he takes a deep breath, and trusts that she will do the right thing.
“The last thing he always says before he goes away. I heard the phrase so many times, I remembered it and asked Tokinari, the Japanese fellow in here, what it means. He said, you will die too. That’s what it means.”
Because loving them brings humor and grace into your life.
You kiss me and it’s like nothing has ever hurt,
but that’s a lie,
we both know I have felt dirt on the grave.
You’re close with your parents and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Calling them and talking about anything and everything (and sometimes nothing) is near and dear to your heart.