[14] - monday's child.

「 emily and lorelai. 」

slipping through my fingers, ᴍᴇʀʏʟ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴘ, 01.52

father wasn't there, but mother was here,

yet sometimes i'm alone shaking in fear.

does she understand me truly, or are we playing pretend?

there are severed ties and wounds you can never mend.

my heart is at its rawest, i'm hurt beyond measure,

but at the end of the day i still always run back to her.

i don't hate my mom, i can't, i never could, i'll admit;

because she's my whole world, even if she destroys it.

i know she's doing her best with what she knows,

but sometimes she just hurts me so.

mother, i love you, i always have,

i'm sorry we split each others' hearts in half.

i still need you, please don't go,

i'll come along, though i'm healing slow.

please be patient, please be careful,

i still can't step too hard on the gas pedal.

i'm wearing your shoes, can you put yourself in mine?

i still have faith that we'll be just fine.

you've enjoyed me at my prime, 

but with you, i haven't had enough time.

just as you tell me not to grow up too fast,

i'm praying that my years with you will last.

you're still my mother, no matter what,

you're all i have, and i love you a lot.

mom, i'll be there, i'll get there someday,

please just wait as i'm walking this way.