REAL TALK.

I will be honest. I probably don't like you. I don't like a lot of people.

DEATH.

Son: "Daddy, why are our eyes open when we die?"


Father: "Because that's when we really wake up."

Je me souviens.

I remember how I would sleep in 

the middle of my bed,

so the monsters wouldn't get me.

I remember how I thought 

the moon stole my hair.

I remember that would we trick my brother

and say that socks were

made out of spiderwebs.

I remember eating soap

to wash out my mouth when I was bad.

I remember your voice better than 

anyone else's.

I remember how you say I love you

and your the only one that actually means it.

I remember how we are all born from 

our mothers.

I remember the tears falling from

your face so gently.

I remember those cold winter nights

and all we would do is drink hot chocolate 

and talk.

I remember the first time I saw my mother cry.

I remember that feeling

of almost drowning in my 

grandmas pool.

I remember how my older brother

smashed my favorite action figure.

I remember
the first time I saw you and

I have never took my eyes off you.

I remember how you told me

to grow up.

I remember the time I didn't sleep

because of my parents fighting all night.

I remember getting a circle chocolate cake

for my birthday in kindergarten.

I remember the way you use

to smile.

I remember sitting at your funeral grandpa and seeing grandma cry. I will never forget that day.

Include a picture.

Broken Pictures.

I don't know if you know what this feels like but I do.
You whisper in my ear, fall asleep.
Broken pictures on the ground, surrounded with shattered beer bottles.
You whisper in my ear, did you ever think it was me.
How did you know I was the one.

THOUGHTLESSNESS.

ABANDON.