“I miss my dad. He kind of died on this day.” “From what you’ve told me, he was shitty. You pick your family. They’re not blood.”
I probably should’ve left then… We were just incompatible And it’s not anyone’s fault…. It’s just how things go. We were so young.
You’re going to lose, You already know how this ends. It’s not you against the world, It’s you against you, Against your ideals, Your ego.
Beauty fades Sex fades You’re going to lose, Businesses Careers Finances Children Parents Siblings Pets Each other Mental health Health —— It’s hospitals NG tubes Surgery ——- It’s more than Netflix and chill More than Romance More thank vacations More than weekends —— You will win too You will have weddings And children And birthdays Holidays Valentines Weekends Sunday breakfasts Hours and hours of the best sex But it’s so, so important that You find someone Who understands What it is to lose And how to just be there When you do not feel Your best self —— Because you will lose You already know How this ends We all do And I hope you are fortunate To find someone You can grow with And grow old with Understand One of you may take growing old Harder than the other That you may look And say it’s like you’ve Fell in love fifty different times With every new version Of each other see That love Is evolving It’s an empty home That you fill And you both have furniture and ideas …. I hope you understand You get what you already have And multiply it…. May it always be peace Understanding And a place you can call home. But most of all Love. -E Regardingsamuel.com
We will never be here again You’ll never meet someone like her again You will never be this young again Remember it Save it Take it in Take it in We are constantly dying Burning out Too young To tired Liberate yourself Let it in Let it go Thank love Be grateful for the time That you have …. The time that you had Her in your arms Laughing Drinking Be thankful For that And let it go
We ran through Every midnight pain We were down Where There is no survivors No one knows What will And will not come Maybe it’s fate Maybe it’s just How the fires burn But babe Good god babe No one could ever say We didn’t walk these roads We didn’t carry the load We didn’t fight against Our destruction And hey there Sister Can you remember The early morning The smell of winter Over this town And hey there Babe I can remember The smell of your perfume Your head on my shoulder Eyes so bright And even the rain Doesn’t bother To fight What no one knows …. And We ran these roads We took the poison We took the chances Some of us left But someone always comes back And we pick up Right where we left off Both feet on the ground Keeping rough hands Dreaming About what’s never been – Down Where the midnight fire is … The whiskey is smoother And the women are stronger And they kiss with a fire We wake up with the morning Building a dream In the heart of this town….
Look at the moon The way we suicided It wasn’t romantic Or dead poetic It was fires cut short Not even burned at both ends It was Saturday nights That should have never ended Look at how we struggled against the rope Look at how we knew all the words To our favorite poets But forgot the simple Light Moment Sunday morning Coffee With you Eggs and bacon Bloody Mary for the hangover I am here Not just for But with you To help see you through Not just to get through I want to see you win You are loved You are love You are living And living things may fall But they also grow And they takeover They break through They overcome It may always be here Like the darkness between stars But Let this be part of your bigger portrait Your sun is burning And you can overcome
We can wait on tomorrow We could wait on a perfect moment There’s no second chances Out here Where the mud And the tires And the work Take every last muscle You thought you had on reserve —- Oh god They said We had one last bet One room for mercy But there’s no mercy Out here In these welfare states —- No one ever stays — Who is to blame ? —- Don’t we all have something to reach For Don’t we all have something to run from Haven’t we all been broken down Kicked around Bruised again while we were down —— Don’t we all have a need for something Something more Than just wasting away —— Babe I’ve got a need A need for something more Than just wasting away —— It’s a shot that’s worth the take —— -Regardingsamuel.com
You are Not A number on a scale Body mass Or The hardness of your dick. The fit of your shirt The measure of your hairline The balance of your bank account … The The The The
You are Your word Your thoughts Your loyalty Your character Your ethic Your legacy Your wit Your grit —— Don’t buy what they are selling … Don’t hate what they are selling Don’t even consider it… It’s just their job… That’s what they do …
But you Are A man A father A son A husband A brother A human citizen And you Are Here.
You adapt to change And Obstacles Like an Olympic athlete And you run this race Your race And you have a cloud of Witnesses watching Cheering you on… You are what you love And how you love You are hands that build And Leave A legacy.