Pretentious is a funny word
I once saw inked on your forehead
A constant thought
Seeping out your brain in blue matter

"How is he better?"
"Why are you so important to me?"

Dying is like a mothering feel;
Coming home to eat "ma's famous fried chicken",
feeling warm and financially stable
To finally stop working in a world
I'll never succeed in
And just come inside,
sit down, close my irritated eyes,
and slow down my racing heart.

My god,
It's been so long since
I hugged my mother.