Look… I saw this adorable video of Meg Falley & Andrea Gibson and they’re talking about how writing a love poem can be as simple as offering someone all of the things they never got in their childhood.
Pair that with learning to love beyond my hurt and a strong sense of pattern recognition and willingness to voice it….
I believe healing starts with disturbance. ✌️
All I Could Give
If I could give you anything,
it would be a childhood so full of being chosen by your own mother that you stop demanding everyone else baby you.
I would offer you a father that lived well into your fifties so you could see that presence extends beyond physical existence. Whether by example or contrast, I think knowing both parents can teach us that.
Seeing shortcomings and attempts to correct, or slip.
If I could offer you anything, it would be the courage to see beyond your own perspective.
Enough sureness in your own that you not hold a knife at others throats demanding they choke down their words to recite your lines as confirmation that “you’re right”.
I don’t lie
the way I used to. I’d offer you new shoes – I think yours are stupid.
I’d give you stilts then laugh as you use them.
Ask about your gained elevation and if it offered revelations.
I’d offer you the understanding that your own son is perfect, without your chisel being called protection than digging away at what makes him special.
I’d offer you an erection that was never broken, never fell short.
Maybe if you trusted your dick to fulfill its purpose, you’d stop trying to step in to fill the role it’s lacking in.
If I could give you anything, it’d be courage.
Did you know children learn by demonstration?
So if I asked you for anything, it’d be that you grow for him.
Maybe think about what example you’re setting.
Maybe encourage sight from new perspectives.
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Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 