I’m sorry I never called. It was all you wanted. A simple request that I kept putting off. I promise I was going to. But then one morning it was too late. I’d missed my chance. Cause there’s no phone to reach where you went.
"Cause I'm a fucking mess inside, and I'll say what I don't mean."
There's so much history in these streets. Mama's good eats, Oh Wonder on repeat.
There’s a certain feeling that I think most every person gets at a funeral, when everyone comes together to grieve and celebrate the life of whoever has passed. Every good memory with the person fills our minds and any and all bad times are like they never happened. Any problems the family had just goes […]… Continue reading Re-post: Holding On by Defining Yellow
"I'm coming for everything they said I couldn't have."
Is this what love feels like? Is this how it begins? Am I even capable of this?
Quiet people have the loudest minds
The truth runs wild, like a tear down a cheek.
I'm down to my skin and bone, and my Mommy, she can't put down the phone, and stop asking how I'm doing all alone.
Would you see me then, Dad?