' 'mother' 'life' 'family' childhood' 'home' 'love' 'growing up' 'pain'
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In everyone’s eyes I look different
I have grown is height, curves, and knowledge
No longer am I the youngest in my family
No longer am I taken care of but I am a care taker
oh, i’ve always known to clean the dryer filter after every load
I’ve always known how to fold
I’ve always known how to pee in a cup
But I’ve never really known how to grow up
It's not fair, I just can't let go.
I sit here and plead, why must she go?
She was my everything, my mom and best friend.
Now that she's gone, where do I begin?
Mom crying in the bathroom makes me uncertain
Is this part of growing up?
An empty spot in her bed and an empty spot in my heart
Is this part of growing up?
It feels like the world has tilted under my feet
When I was younger, my
Family and I would visit my
Aunt’s house frequently. The memories I
Have of our visits are predominantly
Of harvesting fruits and vegetables
She sleeps in my bed, wears my clothes, and mom holds her dear; but she is not me.
She goes to my classes, speaks like me, and dad holds her dear; but she is not me.
Falling down a path that only seemed to get darker with time
My Hero, my mentor, my father was changed
And so was I
Finding comfort in similarilites
I rushed and attached myself to her like Koala
Mommy and Daddy don’t love each other anymore. They probably never did.
So the wedding came and the baby did too.
But Daddy had to deploy to Afghanistan, twice.
sun illuminates the sky
and these golden maple leaves
as i'm looking up at you
and these october fallen trees
thinking of the pumpkin patches
and the bouncy house before
sun illuminates the sky
and these golden maple leaves
as i'm looking up at you
and these october fallen trees
thinking of the pumpkin patches
and the bouncy house before
The Notebook?
The Kissing Booth?
Love Actually?
To All the Boys I Have Ever Loved?
I just don’t get Romantic movies.
I swore to myself
I think about the word "love"
like a child on their birthday.
The celebration of coming into a new world
-or coming out of it.
Number 1 - become his best friend
Remembering the smell of long nights newly blossomed, pink lilies lying on the carpet of a forgotten home
Grow(i)n(g) Up
The day I turned 18,
I announced my independence from my parents.
I’m a grown up, I say to them.
They nod in agreement.
We all are were provided by
At one point or another
A parent
Mom and dad
Or a relative
Or friend
Gave us something in return
Whether it was knowledge
Love
Support
Life was simple and clean
I remember waking up happy
I remember playing with friends
I remember asking my mother to help cook dinner
I remember where it ends
