It’s ironic watching what was once my favorite poet in her life stage of “I really hope she bears this thing” hoping you’re somewhere beating your demons too.
Hoping I’m not one of them.
I’m getting to old to run let alone chase things. Let alone chase dreams that feature the boogie monster.
I hope when the monster opens with out knocking the love from boo turns screams into giggles and melts your heart.
It’s crazy. I’m so happy to finally know that wasn’t my role in our movie.
At like three o'clock in the morning
Before the sun came up.
Holding your head
Unsure if I could hold my own
I finally knew what love was.
We had an odd history with trains.
Coming and leaving
And
Coming and staying
And
Disappearing.
Like magic tricks
It still feels odd some days
That we live two completely separate lives
But that night
I learned my mother could choose to love me or not
I learned my dad knew love but not responsibility
I learned that loving you wasn’t in question
I also learned that I had nothing to offer you
But homeless nights
And endless train rides
And I watched you
Sleeping
Loving me anyway.
I’m fine with us loving our way through messes we inherited
Like pain
I’m sorry she’ll never apologize
But the pain she caused came from love
How ironic
Like the person giving you nothing
Getting everything.
I’ve learned there’s so much more I could tell you than things you can’t change.
Like I’m excited for you to see this kid.
Like I look up to you
Like healing looks good on you.
Like I see you pain
But I also see you breaking through
Secrets just become memories forgotten
Not worth the dead space
And demons are only angels
Lost
Not sure where home is
Looking for a physical space
Instead of looking within
One day
I’m going to have to tell you.
But I love you
And I’m not ready to see your heart shatter.
And I can’t lie
Not about this
And well
It is your fault.
You didn’t protect me
You didn’t save me
But I know you didn’t know how.
It wasn’t your job to
You were doing what you were taught
We all were
They taught us to hate In the name of a God All we wanted to do was praise
They taught us to judge
They taught us shame
They colored it with blessings
And hopes
And prayers
They fed us eternity
Equipped with salad forks and steak knives.
My plastic silverware wasn’t cutting right
But you had your own steak to deal with.
You had your own demons speaking to God against you
And it seemed easier for him to test us
than rid them
And I would never make a good Job.
But brother I love you.
More than you’ll ever know
I think about the way your heart beats
And pray it’s consistent
But secrets can’t dwell in love
Or love can’t live with secrets
Or living ain’t secret with love
Lately i don’t know what order
To step in
But I see our future now
And it’s bright
And sunny
And we made it
Kinda
And I always knew you would change the world Even if it was just mine.
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