When you met a person
who never sings a note in key
or never complains about walking the dog in the rain
who hates the taste of coffee
but kisses you after a cup of americano anyways
who walks with you forever
even if his feet are Sore

when you met someone who warms your world
you can never go back to the nights again
it is a privilege to lay with the sun.

There are bitter goodbyes
that will have hellos again
I am lucky enough to share that with you
when some peoples goodbyes are forever.
So for that,
I suppose, I am grateful.

people forget
it is a privilege to grow old

you make me never forget that.
Thank you
my love.

we pass on trauma like the barrier reef
with each children the deeper the knot
they will pass on their faults too
to children of their own.
and it might break your mortal pride
to tell you this

but your children do not carry your hopes and dreams
they carry your trauma and pain
until they can have their own to carry theirs.

At the end of the world
you will find that
those with money
do live happier.

At least,
they would be alive.

I hope you know
you set me on a path
to search for love everywhere

because I want to so desperately believe
that blood doesn't determine family

There were so many thorns along the way
I did find him
no thanks to you

he brings me water at night
and socks when my toes are cold
he is gentle, kind and everything you were not.

You will grow old alone
and sometimes I feel sorry
but most times,

I think of the thorny path you set me on
and I hope you learn how to walk on it too.

She wouldn't be remember
as a quiet girl

but thats alright
those people still--
remembered her.