I want to write honestly. Speak the truth. I want to stare in a mirror and see anyone but you.
I want to love out loud and speak my feelings, too. I'm not the kind of brave that counts, no matter what I do.
I wish it wasn't almost over that I had more time to spend. I want to speak words into facts, to stand tall but only ever bend. I'm working toward a finish but only coming to an end.
all that pain and belittlement you served me day and night when no one was looking made the little man within you feel much, much, much bigger but now you stand before me weeping with no teeth and the big man within me has forgiven you.