sing me a song that come from the soles of your feet and reminds you of your boss’s favorite tie- the same one that hung him from the rafters<\/p>\n
wear the jacket that makes you feel like a fallen angel, hidden in the hell of mortality right beside my brother’s broken heart<\/p>\n
“Where did he go?”<\/em><\/p>\n watch the sunset and wish on the moon as it calls to all of the lost children staring up at the stars from their caverns of misunderstood rationalizations<\/p>\n hold your breath on sunny days and blow out the nectar of your mother’s sweet lies as you choke on the smoke of your grandma’s last cigarette<\/p>\n hear her voice and tell the man sitting next to you on the train that his father would be proud- complement his shoes<\/p>\n “I’m homeless.”<\/em><\/p>\n tell me about the summer you fell from a tree and couldn’t remember the color blue, but you knew the color of my eyes<\/p>\n stare at the car sitting in the parking lot-\u00a0 remember when your mom had the exact same one, and you lost her favorite amethyst ring inside its heart for a year<\/p>\n “Just don’t drop it.”<\/em><\/p>\n you dropped it and her heart, losing both to your inability to hold tight to what means the most to you- was it on purpose?<\/p>\n ask your father why he doesn’t love you like he loves the amber in his cup, stop crying when after all these years his answer never changes:<\/p>\n “It doesn’t disappoint me.”<\/em><\/p>\n did your mother realize what she was saying when she told you to leave?\u00a0 you came back- she never asked you to.<\/p>\n throw up the words you didn’t say when you had the chance, it’s too late, they don’t care anymore<\/p>\n “Neither should you.”<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" sing me a song that come from the soles of your feet and reminds you of your boss’s favorite tie- the same one that hung him from the rafters wear the jacket that makes you feel like a fallen angel, hidden in the hell of mortality right beside my brother’s broken heart “Where did he … Continue reading “QuotesFromMyPast”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":24,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2180"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/24"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2180"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2180\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2466,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2180\/revisions\/2466"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}