inhale
im overwhelmed with the beautiful feeling of being loved by all.
the one man who has changed my point of view for the better, and can take care of all my cries and joys and battles...
and his dad who taught him how to be that way, whether he recognizes this or not, and who tonight started a conversation with me that i was able to take part in.
and i love my mom more than ever because of the things she has said, though not to me.
and she doesnt know that i feel this way because she is too lost to realize she is as close to me as she could ever be, though this doesnt bother me enough for tears
except im afraid that the last pages of her spiral will near, and i'll be left singing those last few lines of that one poem...
until i flip the cover out and start again.
until i go to that mans house tomorrow and steal a kiss.
until i ask that mans father to join me in a talk about those we love.
exhale
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did i write something? its about fucking time
Written June 30th, 2005
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'tis been so long and i miss ye... but glad to see ye are flying wi' out a broken wing now. and aye... does good to exhale my lass... i remember ye well, and only love ye more for the changes.
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i like this. even though you don't feel this way anymore i think it's good to have documentation of it. pleasent emotions are just as real as the unpleasent ones. why dwell entirely on the painfull ones? i like this. it's good.
hey, i miss you.
-katey
Edited on Sep 12, 9:58 because 'badd grammers'. -
i just hate this poem now that my feelings have changed about my mom. BLAH
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