Weighted

I imagine I would just fold into the wind. Just evaporate straight into heaven. I'd make a better memory then I would a person I think. They would remember the words I wrote and how I loved. And that way I wouldn't be stuck hating myself constantly. I wouldn't be stuck in this broken body that crumples into itself when I need to be strong.

I've done enough and everyone knows me. And if not for this boy I think I would float away. I could never ever part from him. There would never ever be a me that would be able to separate from him. If I folded to the wind my heart would ache for him even in my death. He's my boy. My wonderful, sweet, perfect child, and at times he is the only thing holding me here, but my love for him is heavy, so incredibly heavy, and it will weigh me to the earth through all the waves.