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So last summer me and my step mom went to her friends first triathlon. We were just going to take photos for her, but we saw this guy with a crab on his head. It was before the race and we had time. So we walked over to him and asked why there was a crab on his head. He told us: “Last year my daughter committed suicide. She was bullied in school and she had no friends. She felt like there was no one there for her. In her suicide note she said she was sorry, and that it was too late to save her. She had always wanted to be in the olympics for running, so she signed up for the race a month before she died. She cant be here to run it, so i will for her. I want her to know it is never too late, for anything. Its never too late to run a race, or to be saved.”
This 50 year old man is running a triathlon for his daughter to prove it wans’t too late.
I want to say something extravagant. I want to use elaborate words because simplicity cannot capture you completely Because I think I’ve used up most of the metaphors resting on my fingertips, and I’m afraid of running out of words when it comes to you. So it’s 11 pm, and your name is written somewhere in this poem I hope my name rests somewhere in you too. Just my name will suffice because I’m no sun - I don’t need to shine in your world But maybe when tomorrow comes, I’ll have better words to describe you because this lackluster poem doesn’t do you justice For now, my heart is feeling light with the thought that somehow, through this poem, I’m right next to you. (In total conciousness).
Some think that we are unromantic when we are simply.. unconventional. We engage each other in battles of wit, and gentle teasing. We bite, brutally tickle and sit on each other. We stay in more often then not and when we do go out we climb on play structures, lay on cool grass, and trudge up steep sand dunes. We skip past nice restaurants and dine on pizza and Chinese food. We spontaneously go to concerts and movies. We fall asleep cuddled together while watching documentaries about drugs and religion. We walk his dog while it’s cloudy and kiss in the rain. Our heads are filled with the music he plays. Our kisses taste bittersweet from his cigarette breath. Our laughs are too loud. Our skin too pale and the bags under our eyes too dark. I clean up his messes. He picks me up when I fall over. & I wouldn’t trade us for all of the conventional romance in the world.