{"id":1146,"date":"2007-07-14T01:20:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-14T08:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=1146"},"modified":"2007-07-14T01:20:00","modified_gmt":"2007-07-14T08:20:00","slug":"1146","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=1146","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>(letting go)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>hey tantrum boy.<\/p>\n<p>i\u2019ve seen your loss<br \/>it was hiding in the same place<br \/>brooding like you<br \/>crouched in the corner behind all the other things you pretend aren\u2019t yours<br \/>the dirty thoughts<br \/>the voiceless needs<br \/>the unanswered letters to a compassionless god next to the<br \/>empty cartons you hoped to someday fill with lofty dreams<\/p>\n<p>i can understand.<\/p>\n<p>you could not save your mother<br \/>i could not save my father<\/p>\n<p>we are both failed<br \/>failed failures flailing<br \/>in a still bottomless sea<br \/>but it has a nice ring to it doesn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n<p>comforting more than anything<br \/>like eyes that bleed at will<br \/>a gangrened hole in the heart<br \/>or a fantasized bullet to the head<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s so much safer to see yourself as broken<br \/>so the world will think there\u2019s nothing left to break<br \/>grinding away the afternoons<br \/>assigning every fragment a personalized adjective<\/p>\n<p>hideous<br \/>diseased<br \/>unloved<br \/>unloving<\/p>\n<p>like items in a morbid warehouse<br \/>called out one by one<br \/>to be savored with a tongue of delighted pity<\/p>\n<p>i\u2019ve been keeping your smile for you inside my left pocket<br \/>folded into the pages she wrote about<br \/>her bleeding insides that she didn\u2019t know you\u2019d read<\/p>\n<p>and the ticket to the movie you went to see the afternoon she died<br \/>when all you wanted was to cry inside a dark empty womb where<br \/>shadows might keep the thoughts at bay<br \/>but the fat guy in the corner kept laughing at all the wrong jokes in<br \/>all the wrong places and ruined the whole damn experience for you<\/p>\n<p>it seemed too fragile to throw away<\/p>\n<p>and someday when you realize how you\u2019ve been missing it<br \/>you can have it back<\/p>\n<p>and someday when you realize what you want from me\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>if you sleep i can keep watch<br \/>i\u2019ll pick up my pieces beside you and try to put this whole story together<\/p>\n<p>when it rained<br \/>who to blame<br \/>why this whole damn place came crumbling down and<br \/>left the children without a soul to their name<br \/>stranded in the middle of a dry desert landscape<br \/>whipping up its own brand of nightmare<\/p>\n<p>and when it\u2019s time<br \/>when we can look back at all of this and laugh over ice teas in frosted glasses<\/p>\n<p>when you can put your arms around me without feeling so lonely that<br \/>you would die just to be alone<br \/>so terrified to look into someone else\u2019s eyes for fear of what they might reflect<\/p>\n<p>you can tell me why it is<br \/>and whose fault it is<br \/>that nothing<br \/>ever<br \/>stays in one place forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(letting go) hey tantrum boy. i\u2019ve seen your lossit was hiding in the same placebrooding like youcrouched in the corner behind all the other things you pretend aren\u2019t yoursthe dirty thoughtsthe voiceless needsthe unanswered letters to a compassionless god next to theempty cartons you hoped to someday fill with lofty dreams i can understand. you 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