living is poetic

I allowed myself an audible burp one time a couple months ago and ever since then I haven't been able to control them.
rather than doing my laundry I just keep buying more underwear.
I'm learning that some things are probably best to keep to yourself.
While leaving the bathroom of the doctors office holding a cup of my own urine I passed by a boy who can only really be described as a Greek god in sweatpants. I was mortified when he looked at me until he raised his own cup up to mine, as if he had just finished giving a toast at his sister's wedding, and said "cheers".
the only real poetic thing about love is that it is that anyone can do it.
I have ripped approximately 12 pairs of pants in my life
Typically I can't stay awake for more than four hours at a time, but no one seems to be too concerned about it.
I wear my shirt inside out so often that you would think I am trying to start a new trend
I have come to the realization that my daily life could be called a number of things. Poetic is not one of them.
But the fact that I am here, the fact that literally billions of things had to have happened in order for me to happen, the fact that when I was born I became improbable and unpredictable. The fact that I am here.
That is something.

In the grand scheme of things,
we’re all dust.
People like to use this
to make a point–
nihilistic nay-saying
about how
“nothing matters”
and
everything dies.
But if we’re nothing,
we’re a whole lot of it.
So that’s something,
right?

— Ashe Vernon

ouch

I've got Achilles heel's all over my body. One is for the kids with cancer
another is for anything homeless.
My wrists? My neighbor's
How can you teach your mother to love herself?
The elderly. Unlikely friends. People.
Why do so many people have terrible parents?
I'm always giving pieces of myself to people, I can't help it but
I always feel empty afterwards.
and I've got one for you too. It's in my throat.
It's on my finger tips
Behind mt ears, my toes, inside my stomach. my knees, my elbows. my skin.
forget it.
I'm Achilles. You're the river.
I'm dipped in you and you get all of it. Everyone else can have my heel.
I've never felt like this before, what is it?
Maybe this is why my mother was always asking if I had found somebody yet.

She just wants me to stop aching all over.

She thinks a boy can solve that.

She thinks a boy can solve everything.

How do you teach your mother to love herself? 

Maybe this is it.

You may not have the answers, but when I'm with you I don't worry about the questions.