These are the moments,
Where bleeding
Is easier
Than words.

I promise,
That I will do my best
In all that I do.
Whether it is you,
My work or my sanity.
Starting from tomorrow,
I will not do anything that
Hurts me.
I will help only those I care
For and love only those
Who are deserving.
Starting with you,
My darling boy.

You came into the kitchen with me after watching the good dinosaur. You stood behind me and said "oh my god I have a Grace." You looked so genuinely happy about it and I kissed you for a long moment. When we broke the kiss, you said "I just got the best kind of butterflies." And I didn't know how to respond because it made me so bubbly that I just held you and you held me. Until of course your dad came in and we had to stop being cute.

~    
        All the poems I write
     are just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.

I feel honour bound to break beautiful things.
Everything looks like it's made of glass,
Crystalline and calm and steady.
Until, that is, you move it.
I think in this moment, I am made of glass.
I could have been beautiful,
But I have never been calm,
Or steady.

I want to break myself.

I am reading the title of this,
And I am crying.

It'd be so nice, for my mother
To look at me

And think of how amazing
I am to be.

But instead, she looks at me
Like this.