Granted
2:39 AM
"I love you ma. Sorry for treating you like shit."
It is not enough. Words are not enough. Where can I even begin.
Yes, you. The sole woman in my life. You should know this by now. It has always been you, only you. Because of you, I am never in lack. Always intact. Though, how I wish I can fly out of your cage, Django unchained. Yet, the fact remains that these chicken wings are only good for sauce dipping, fingers licking. What can I say, you just do it so well, granting my every wish.
HWHY.
Why do you spoil me so. One direction, you love. I never know how to reciprocate. Never know how to love back. Instead, I retort your best with my worst. My blue blood, flowing to this day, in vain. Stop saying yes to all my requests already, because this boy needs to grow up, wants to grow up.
Sorry for hurting your feelings, ma. I really didn't mean to yell at you, but aren't you supposed to meet all of my needs? You have taught me real well, haven't you. I am indeed the center of this universe. Now behold, this rotten heart is still pumping, taking you for granted.
But I really shouldn't complain. Without a doubt, you are the best bank one can ask for, always so eager to dish out unearned money. However, would you be offended if I told you I wish my credit limit wasn't so high?
Tell me, how can I ever repay you? For I, still clueless, sheltered. What have I ever done for you to love me so. Even when I curse you in my heart, wish death upon you, you would still pour out, downpour, drenching my spongy needs.
My soft-boiled ma, I tell you. You deserve someone better. Someone who has the guts to tell you just how much he appreciates you. Someone who is able to put your needs before his. Someone who can love you just the way you are, flaws and less.
Really, anyone, but this wolverine that you still call son.
Nevertheless, have faith. For this person will surely come. He is growing, learning. Old version, updating.
Just you wait.
P.S. Happy birthday blessed. Here's a sneak peek of my best.
It is not enough. Words are not enough. Where can I even begin.
Yes, you. The sole woman in my life. You should know this by now. It has always been you, only you. Because of you, I am never in lack. Always intact. Though, how I wish I can fly out of your cage, Django unchained. Yet, the fact remains that these chicken wings are only good for sauce dipping, fingers licking. What can I say, you just do it so well, granting my every wish.
HWHY.
Why do you spoil me so. One direction, you love. I never know how to reciprocate. Never know how to love back. Instead, I retort your best with my worst. My blue blood, flowing to this day, in vain. Stop saying yes to all my requests already, because this boy needs to grow up, wants to grow up.
Sorry for hurting your feelings, ma. I really didn't mean to yell at you, but aren't you supposed to meet all of my needs? You have taught me real well, haven't you. I am indeed the center of this universe. Now behold, this rotten heart is still pumping, taking you for granted.
But I really shouldn't complain. Without a doubt, you are the best bank one can ask for, always so eager to dish out unearned money. However, would you be offended if I told you I wish my credit limit wasn't so high?
Tell me, how can I ever repay you? For I, still clueless, sheltered. What have I ever done for you to love me so. Even when I curse you in my heart, wish death upon you, you would still pour out, downpour, drenching my spongy needs.
My soft-boiled ma, I tell you. You deserve someone better. Someone who has the guts to tell you just how much he appreciates you. Someone who is able to put your needs before his. Someone who can love you just the way you are, flaws and less.
Really, anyone, but this wolverine that you still call son.
Nevertheless, have faith. For this person will surely come. He is growing, learning. Old version, updating.
Just you wait.
P.S. Happy birthday blessed. Here's a sneak peek of my best.
Photography by Sohail Karmani.
