in a room full of people, I would look for a mirror

you rant and you rage about the monster I have become, but you are the author of everything I am

you were scared of water

sometimes a soft girl
sometimes a dinosaur

almost
what a tragic word

running on caffeine

half of our lives is spent on waiting

nothing is the hardest thing you can do

you can miss someone everyday and still be glad they are no longer in your life

you rant and you rage about the monster I have become, but you, mother
you are the author of everything I am

the one who wants you in their life makes an effort to keep you
that’s it
that’s the only truth

one day, I will be rid of every memory of yours

for the right one, all you have to do is to exist