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Here’s what our parents never taught us: You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you. You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore. A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals rubbing against your mouth. You will not tell anyone that you liked it. It’s okay. It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust. You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on. All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles and miles on end. You will lie to everyone you love. They will love you anyways. One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin. Molt. Don’t be afraid. Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out against the windowpane. You are a hurricane-prone area. The glass will break through often. But it’s okay. I promise. Remember, a stranger once told you that the breeze here is something worth writing poems about.

“Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)

It’s October Almost Halloween. Slept through Sunday, Now it’s evening. I walked down here. Needed some space From my own thoughts And the past twenty four hours.

Cars drive by like comets Never destined For a collision With my painful orbits.

I’m pacing. Stepping to the downbeat Of my heart. Contemplating.

It’s only a couple feet From another sixty feet. Who would I land on?

Who would I land on If I climbed this little fence, And jumped?

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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines He wrote a poem And he called it 'Chops' Because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door And read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy Took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born With tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's And he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines He wrote a poem And he called it 'Autumn' Because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door Because of its new paint And the kids told him That Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses With thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed When he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why His mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad When he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook He wrote a poem And he called it 'Innocence: A Question' Because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A And a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door Because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end Of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister Making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed Or even talked And the girl around the corner Wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her But he kissed her anyway Because that was the thing to do And at three AM he tucked himself into bed His father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag He tried another poem And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing' Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A And a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door Because this time he didn't think He could reach the kitchen.

"Chops" from The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky