he made me human
I sure do wish that he had done something differently.
It’s not much. And i say that i don’t have regrets. But i do wish that he had been there.
When i told my family about he and i, the reaction wasn’t exactly positive.
But a good part of me feels like if they had seen him look the way that he does at me, maybe things would have gone a bit differently.
He looks at me like nobody ever could, you know.
His eyes are so large, there’s so much behind them
That sometimes i forget
He’s staring right at me with those pretty eyes of his
And thinking that mine are pretty, too
Maybe if grandma had seen that look
And remembered how it felt for her
She would’ve understood how much i love the boy
That i’m feeling feelings irreplaceable
Maybe she’d know how he loves me then
If my family could have understood what it felt like when i touched him
The tenth time he came to my house
Maybe then they’d comprehend
How i love him, and i loved him then.
That’s true, i love him, and i told them all
In the middle of my old house
But my mama said as she looked at me,
“Not possible,
That is just not human.”
I laugh at that when i think of it now
Because for something “not human”, it was the most human thing that i had ever felt
When i touched him and he said, “never leave me, never”,
I knew it was the only promise that i had ever really kept, i’d lock my arms around him
Just because he asked me to
Forever.
And that’s why it was funny
He made me human and he gave me joy
And all of my friends loved us together and never did they tell me against it
But my mama, my dad, my grandma and my sister
All came to the same consensus:
“That is not human,
Dear young child
That boy could never love you so
And if you go along with this
All of your friends will leave you
Your life lifted from underneath you
And everything will fall apart
That is not human,
Dear young child
It never could be, and you know it
So goodbye to you son
You can come back when your boy is gone
And everything crumbles
And you know that you blew it.”
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