the unsent letters

to the kid who misses his mother that much

the way you talk about your mother. 

the way your sadness long for her embrace. 

the way you silently pray for your father.

the way your anger keeps you up at night.

the way you envy your sister but don’t want to see her cry at the same time.

the way you want to be loved.

the way you’re dreaming about being a journalist and going to Barcelona.

the way you’re afraid of being alone but wanting to live in New Zealand, alone.

the way you depict your loneliness.

the way you can’t say no.

the way you secretly want to be heard.

the way you cover your fragility.

the way you keep everything in your head.

the way you contradict yourself.

you sound so real.

but, you’re lying.

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