what i would like to know
is that when were on our knees
begging to be taken
begging to be gone
begging to vanish
it doesnt happen
but when you're happy
you're not wanting to be taken
you're not wanting to be gone
and you're not wanting to vanish
thats when life grabs you by the ear
and drags you out of the world itself.
please explain to me,
why when we want to leave, we stay.
but when we want to stay, we leave.

I have my fathers humor
and my mothers precision
you cant forget the grey eyes
that my father handed down
as well as the kindness
my mother gifted me
The strength of my father
the heart of my mother
stubbornness consumes my dad and I
but my mother bathed me in her selflessness
the only thing they have in common
is that they are
still together
on me