i.
i told my mother the other day that i
have decided to be kind,
to love those
who love me (for no good reason)....
and because of, i want to take you in my arms
and hold you so tight
that the world cannot get in.
.
ii.
you are dressed in white, like
an angel, and
when you sleep, you murmur and
when
i watch, you smile
instead of howling, and i wish
that you were that peaceful when
awake.
iii.
you are growing up, and i
watch the way you forsake your mother
and i watch the way
you puff up your chest with lies and then
cower when you see me ....
you are not innocent anymore, and i cannot
hold you to as such when
you hide behind a hood of your parents
protection.
iv.
your brother does not love me anymore,
and frankly, i do not care.
but you cannot see the stab wound, so
still, i am angry.
v.
i don’t think she loves her best friend anymore,
i don’t think she even loves me.
but how can you tell someone to cut a
piece of themselves off when
you won’t do it for them?
when you don’t even have the right.
vi.
i read a poem today, it was about war
and it was about foxes,
and
i thought of you again...
my fox,
you are a violence...
and a lover.
and when i remember how you cut me,
i remember why i have to cherish what i have.
this year, i met a girl who i didnt really like (for no reason), and the other day she overheard me telling my friend that i felt like everyone hated me. she looked at me and said "i like you." and i decided that i always need to appreciate the friends i have even if it feels like i dont have them.
