Dating : You're the flower and I’m the mirror trying to reflect you.

Aunt heather told me this was your favorite flower, i wish i knew that was true. what if this is us, you’re the flower and I’m the mirror trying to reflect you. but i don’t know you. Like all i want is to sit with you, for maybe an hour, but if that wish was granted I’d probably wither like the flower. I don’t even know what I’d ask, maybe who taught you to hide behind a flask. But fuck that, I’d just love to make you laugh. I’m ok with anything as long as its with you, but would you pour up the booze? I’m battling with letting that go but why’d yourself go? You had kids, 5 of us, was that not enough for you to try to live? But then again you knew that, you probably tried to change. I can see how your life was full of pain so how else would you bleach the stains? I don’t know, you maybe didn’t know either, i picked up your habits but I’m getting cleaner. I don’t want to end up like you. That sounds terrible but you would say it’s true. I would drink too if i went through that much abuse, just to list a few; saw you getting choked, beaten by a dude, then thrown down the stairs. that shit wasn’t fair. I was like 5, i wanted to grab the knives and go kill that dude. But what could i do? He would’ve beat me too. Forgive me for letting him do that to you. I hope i get to be with you, once this life is through. God, let her see this, i forgive you. Your son james loves you too.