My bones broke in many pieces to bring you into this chaotic world
When I look at you, everything makes sense...I am whole.  
My son.
I asked for unconditional love & God gave me you.
Your eyes are brighter than the rhinestones that I used to steal from my mother
I gave them all back to her you know...
For I found a greater treasure of my own
I never understood the cliche...
Of giving birth, or having a baby of your own is a love that’s unexplainable

But it’s true..
No greater love can compare to this...
Seeing your heart in human form

I tasted you anyway
They tried to regurgitate
Your love out of me
It’s too late...I feel you in my vein

God. How am I still not okay?

God. It's been so long.

God. I'm so tired of life right now.

God. What happened to me?

I was such a nice kid.
I was calm all the time.
Mature for my age,
Little but so lively.

I was so helpful.
So loyal.
I always supported my trust.
But I never really spoke my mind.

I was shy.
I was small.
I never stood up for my feelings
I never stood up for myself.

And now I'm older.
I realize I don't need support.
I need myself.
I need confidence.

Speaking your mind is not wrong.
Standing up for your feelings isn't rude.
Standing up for yourself isn't mean.
Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.

No one's perfect. Not even them.
The ones you hate for being so amazing.
Maybe she has anxiety.
Maybe his mom is alcoholic.

No one has a perfect life.
There's not one perfect family in the world.
There is not a person in the world who's perfect.
There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.

But just because you aren't perfect.
Doesn't make you less worth it.
You're amazing.
You're still charming, kind, and strong.

You're just more experienced.
You just understand some more things now.

And maybe, just maybe,
You just aren't as shy anymore.

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

I smell spring around the corner...but here you are with your winter chillls that leaves me numb..I’m so tired of feeling nothing..when all I crave is warmth. When’s my next season of love?