I was assigned to write you a letter, by someone I dont talk to anymore, about half a year ago. So here goes.
I have an intense connection to poetry, or maybe simply the rhyming of words, but there are no syllables that may be forced together which would narrow the distance between us. The distance that I put there.
We are two sides of the same coin in that I am your reflection, yet never your exact match. We have always been so similar in our cruelty. And sometimes also in our kindness.
You taught me to admire the underdog, but also to remind them of their place. That they can be loved but they must remember why they were once not.
You taught me to cradle the babe, but falter when it cries. To hand it back.
You taught me to prick my finger on every sharp object but hide each wound like a crime. Because it is frowned upon to hold your history too closely, lest you see where you went wrong.
I find you in most songs about love, and loss, and dying, and living.
You have the tolerance of a Knight, yet the patience of a King. If that makes sense, mom.
There are so many words too say, but I'll be writing for the rest of my days regardless - it would be a pity if all my words connected back to you.
So let me preach, on my little blog, about the sins you teach. And the girl-like-dog.
I was trained so well, until I bit. And mother it was Hell, until I relinquished it.
Our relationship, so dedicated and frail. Girl-like-dog gives lip, and woman-like-wolf simply says 'I've set sail.'
The ocean is nice, if you can swim. Girl-like-dog fights, but woman-like-wolf will win.