Pride

There is one person that makes just about everything in life so fricken difficult.
I follow your blog, and sometimes it makes me cry.
I never tell you this.

I am so proud of you-
I am also frustrated by you-

My stomach hurts when we laugh-
My stomach feels good when we cook-

You peel my pomelos,
And I wish I could tuck you in every night.

You know who you are, and you know why you are that person.
You are dark and twisted, and you'll be my kid's Madrinha (God-Momma).
We both just want the best for each-other,
and it sucks caring about somebody so much.

Well you know what-
I am sick and tired of you!
Come home already.

I want to give you a hug, and a squeeze.
Because everything is going to be ok.