The best feelings in the world: sleeping late, having no homework, being liked/loved back, hugs that last more than a minute, first swim of the summer, a smile from that special someone, laughing till my stomach hurts, getting unexepted gifts, not remembering when you last cried, getting a 100 for a test you didn't study for, when he texts you first, making a perfect photograph, knowing you are loved, being called beautiful, finding those jeans that fit perfectly, making a stranger smile, eating seedless grapes, putting on sweatpants after wearing jeans all day, making new friends, when someone tells you smell nice, winning an argument, proving a smart person wrong, falling asleep in his arms, when people laugh at your jokes, getting a friendship bracelet/necklace, finding out the name of the song stuck in you head, first day of vacation, the first time you tell someone you love them and they feel the same way.
I met you for the first time.
As soon as we met, I cried.
Whether it’s because I was happy,
Or it’s because I was sad,
I can’t even remember.
Because I had nothing to offer,
All I did was receive.
And back then, I didn’t even know gratitude.
I’ve come to live, knowing nothing.
Mother, my mother.
Why are tears spring to my eyes like this.
You, more lovely than the most precious person in this world,
You, you are my mother.
Though I can’t remember the first image of you,
I will surely remember my final image of you, until the day I die.
With all of my heart,
I love you.
Mother, why does my heart hurt so much
Just from calling your name
You who gave me everything,
Yet you were disappointed that you couldn’t give me more,
What could I possibly give back to you
Mother, my mother.
Why are tears springing to my eyes like this.
You, who are more lovely than the most precious person in this world.
You, you are my mother.
You, you are my mother.
You know why? It’s cause they’re sick of people walking all over them. They’re too nice to even stand up for themselves when someone insults them and all that shit. They’re called a ‘push over’ and when they’re tired of all that crap, they change, they start to stand up for themselves, they start to not take shit from anyone. Then they get called a ‘bitch.’ They’re not bitches for standing up for themselves.
There’s moments where I just sit down and read our old text messages, and I’m not reading it for no reason. I’m reading it because I miss you. I miss how we were before. I miss how we talked before, when “hi” was a “Hi (:” But nowadays, I don’t even get a hi. We don’t even talk like we used too. Obviously we’re drifting apart, and we’re not even nearly as friends. We’re more like strangers that never even talked, we act like we were nothing to each other. The sad part is, I still can’t believe how we ended this way. I’m trying my best to forget you, but the more I try, the more I fail to do what’s best for me. It’s just too much. The memories, old text messages, letters, gifts, phone calls, time spend together, they’re all super glued inside my head. I know the past is the past, and all we can really do is look forward to tomorrow but, how can I when everything is just…there, but we tend to act like it never happened.
