This is how you must have felt that day when everything turned in on itself.

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youwrotethis:

I’m putting your bed back together 

but it doesn’t feel a thing like closure.

A sticky summer sweat seeps into the second story house I’ve snuck into. 

I’d like to think I value myself more than being sold to the lowest bidder 

but every night I beg you put a price on me.  Tell me what I’m worth.

I keep saying to myself maybe this time we won’t have sex 

maybe this time you’ll make plans and I’ll make curfew

maybe this time I will say no. 

No.  I put your hands to my chest and say show me how to feel something 

but you have a robot inside your heart 

you can make all the right moves and still leave me empty. 

You get up quickly in the aftermath.  

I stretch my arms from here to the sky because if people hold each other

they don’t do it here.

I wish someone would tell me to put my clothes on 

but I know myself well enough to know I won’t listen. 

If sex is just a verb why do I still answer your calls to jump with obedience.  

“How high?” I ask you, the taste of the weed you just smoked clinging to the inside of your mouth.

Love doesn’t live between your thighs 

it lives behind your eyes 

and I don’t even seen anyone home when I look at you.

Sometimes I look at you like it’s your fault for asking me for this 

but it’s as much mine if fault is even what we should call it.  I didn’t love myself 

enough to know I could say no. 

Instead we wrote the pattern of our hook-ups with a sunset and 

burned it into our skin until we forgot how to follow anything but scar tissue.

When summer ends I gather the pieces of myself I’ve left scattered in your yard

(those things I wanted you to pick up on?) 

and hide them away inside of me.

When I tally them and reassess what I’m made of

even I can tell there’s a part missing.

I’m not getting it back anytime soon.

So I don’t usually like poems where people get this angry, but this is so close to home that it deserves to be here.  Alysia Harris is wonderful.  

twloha:

Thank You for ignoring the doctors when they told you to stop trying to have kids.

Thank You that you kept dreaming your dream.
Thank You for loving Jessica and Emily and me.
Thank You for loving Dad, in sickness and in health.
Thank You for all you’ve sacrificed. You have traded so much to give us a better life.
You gave up horses for a sea you didn’t need. And that sea, it’s been my home.
And my church since ours exploded.
Thank You that you still believe in God.
Thank You for your innocence.
Thank You for the way you ache for peace.
Thank You for quietly working tirelessly, day and night behind the scenes my entire life.
You are the most selfless person i know.
Thank You that you look at this website more than anyone i know.
Thank You for praying for my wife.
Thank You for believing she exists.
Thank You for your laughter. i know no better sound.
Thank You for helping me sleep when i was 5 and also 25.

Thank You for seeing the best in me when i was not my best, and when i could not see beyond my own pain. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for believing in the simple bigger story, the too-many-surprises, the way the dots connect. Thank You that you see it when i don’t.

Thank You that your hope for me is no award and no achievement. Thank You that you simply hope to see me smile. Thank You that you ask if i’m okay when you have a feeling that i’m not.

Thank You for loving me.
Thank You for loving my sisters.
Thank You for loving my Dad.
Thank You for loving Baby Landon!!
Thank You for loving so many people over so many years asking nothing in return.
Your heart beats inside me and i count it no small thing.

i Love You.
i am proud to be your son.
Happy Mother’s Day.
jamie

too relevant, but i’m working on it.

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Thank you for taking care of me.  

Thank you for saying that flaws exist, and they are important. 

Thank you for wanting me despite my flaws.  

I want you despite your flaws. 

Thank you for being able to say things that are important. 

Thank you for all our conversations.  We get to places that I never can predict.  

Thank you for silliness.  Thank you for laughter.  Thank you for honesty.  

Thank you for you.

iamyouareme:

so few people will say this. so few people will admit their fault. so few people will beg for forgiveness.