I was cleaning out my closet today, and I found that tacky shirt you got me for my birthday last year, with the parrot who’s eyes bulged out and who’s head became all deformed over my chest when I tried it on. Next to that was the black and white striped blouse you said would be perfect for me to wear to work (and I had thought, only if I was working as an escaped convict from a 1970’s cartoon show).
Since then, they have been hanging up in my closet, unworn, but today I feel the need to try them on again.
I miss you mom.
I can’t move, even as I imagine the flames are crawling closer to me.
I can’t breathe.
I smile, but the smoke is choking me.
I muster up a fake laugh at...
We’re all the things
In all those corny love songs
Soul mates forever with
Two hearts beating as one
But what we call love, others call
I can’t live without you
I was afraid that you would never love me. Then when you did, I was afraid you would never love me as much as I love you. That made me afraid that I may love you too...