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Do you remember
When we watched that storm at sea?
I was so afraid of being
Swept away
By the thunder and the lightning.
You held my hand and told me
That whenever the storms came,
You would always be there.
I have just one question for you:
The storm is here; where are you now?
When we watched that storm at sea?
I was so afraid of being
Swept away
By the thunder and the lightning.
You held my hand and told me
That whenever the storms came,
You would always be there.
I have just one question for you:
The storm is here; where are you now?
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How to make sure your kids are a mess
Care about their grades
Not about their emotions
Care about how many hours they spend studying
Not about how many hours they stay locked in their rooms
Care about comparing them to other kids
Not about how many times the other kids bully them
Care about how good they are at sports
Not about their inability to make friends
Assume everything is just a phase
Not an actual problem
Never bother to have "the talk" with them
Just let them figure everything out on their own
Tell them that the way others see them is what matters
Not the way they see themselves
Force them to grow up too early
Or don't let them grow up at all
Force your way of l
Literature
You Were Not An Aquarium Boy
Sea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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i would do anything to get you to love yourself
i know your type, i’ve seen them around here
before, browsing through my poems like
you’re flipping through vinyl records, trying to find
that one disc you were listening to the first time
he leaned over and kissed you.
the only way you’ll ever be able to love yourself
is if he leans over and kisses you again, is if someone
tells you about the seven wonders of your soul, if
someone sits down and writes a list of all your beautiful
fault lines that you’ve never been able to forgive.
you want to love yourself and you want to be loved,
but i know it’s hard to believe that you’re holy,
when your hands still s
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I love this so much. It captures the memories and the hurt that can come from these things, and it furthers the idea that promises are a double-edged sword: a promise made can make someone happy at that moment, but a promise never kept can haunt them for a long, long time. Keep it up!