Reluctant Adult

The big move is done.
Objects placed around each room.
Almost feels like home.

Adjusting to the new night noises.
Wondering where this road leads.
I'm feeling accomplished and pleased.
This is good.
This is right.
This is where I want to be.

The kid is figuring out where to put her stuff.
She overtakes everything she touches.
The buffer is small but necessary.
She's not a child anymore, but a reluctant adult.

She craves my attention like a 3 year old.
I try my hardest to turn her away.
She has to stand on her own as much as I can get her to let me go.
Her red hair matches her quick temper and passionate emotions.
Every day there is some drama in her life that will undo her.
OSU is proving a testing ground for her patience which was always little.

Yes, we are influx.
Yes, we are taking on new challenges.
But I tell her, this is how a life gets lived, in motion, not in rest.
So we will see where we end up.
I hope for her and I both we enjoy the journey and love the destination.
We are settling down into our own for the first time ever home.
Time will tell, it always does.

So Damn Cool!

i'm unable to see where we went wrong.
we've crossed over the road we should be on.
i won't hesitate to tell you what i think.
i know you think it's too late.
i can forgive if you can forget.
i want to glue all these pieces of us back together again.

listen to my praryers.
all i've had for company since you left,
is the Father, His son and the Holy Ghost.
And you only believe in one of those.
I'm no one, but i want to be someone.
when we were at our best no one could tear us down.

i confess i'm a mess.
my ability to handle this is gone.
by my words and hurtful actions i've left myself depressed.
i feel vunerable and confused, but you seem so damn cool!
like none of this bullshit ever effects you.

tell me what you want to hear,
please, make it very clear.
i know you're never coming back.
i'll just have to adapt.
it wouldn't bother me so much if you could act like you cared.
i guess i do see where we went wrong.