I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you wouldn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word home means to you And tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how the tree weeps for you because
your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the
cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep besides them when they’re sad, even if that makes your lover mad? Do you…