Spill it – you know you want to.
You don't want me to kiss you on the cheek because you are scared of germs. (Or, a once-a-week father deserves just this.) You don't even want me to hold your hand when we walk, begrudgingly allowing me your upper arm instead. (Guess once-a-week father deserves just that.) But this afternoon, inside the mall, you … Continue reading Dear Lil’ Kaleb – Karlo Sevilla
No one swims here. What is buried, no one would want to hold – shredded skin, a bloated head. Still, there are creatures who feed on this.
A small place, with even smaller people in charge, connected through the love of the high school football team.
You made your choices - so quietly; so passively.
Because I have to tell you, I don't know what to tell you - maybe that I have loved some things, but I was raised on fear...
Blood pools and soaks down deep into the sandy soil, nourishing the grasses that return like clockwork every spring.
I could learn all these (and more) and still not know you. / you're not the one I need to know.
"Going home means facing all my failures poured onto my shoulders by my father like a waterfall..."
having aheart gets in my way. so i rip it out every day. all i am is you, now.
I didn’t realise until then that all she ever wanted was approval, acceptance, basic love.
