two words to my younger self

be brave

I wake up too early

I wake up too early
and I'm not good at letting others sleep in too late
but I'm getting better
still, I can't help greeting each day just as soon as I can

I talk too loud
without even realizing
that my words are slowly banging the drums of other people's ears
or that maybe they don't want to hear what I'm saying
still, I can't help shout everything from the rooftops

I walk too fast
with the shortest legs imaginable
I get impatient when other people can't keep up
still, I can't help getting everywhere just as fast as I can

I daydream too much
so much that I find regular life boring most of the time
and can't concentrate when my wings are clipped
still, I can't help thinking our conscience is more exciting than our physical selves

I love too hard
so much that I could very well love the skin right off of you
and it pushes people away
and I get sad sometimes when they can't love me back as hard
still, I can't help where my heart forces me to go

six

he snores like you

I wonder if you know what it's like

to hang on so tightly

to memories I had

of you and me

so that one day when he asks

why we loved each other

we will both have a story to tell him

ours will be different, it's certain

but I hope at one time they were the same

when I loved you

and you loved me

and we laughed

and enjoyed each other's company

I can still remember

but the forgetting is setting in

and everything gets fuzzy

but there are those times

that I remember

that we were happy

all three of us

I made sure to take photos of it

so that we wouldn't ever have to forget

but maybe I hold on tighter

to things

that meant so much to me

but then again, I'm reminded of you

every

day

when I look in his eyes

when I look at his giant, round, beautiful, perfect head

he snores like you

and there's other stuff

that matters

maybe not so much

but I hope

that is, I pray

and I wish

that he knows

that I loved you

and you loved me