Nature's Youth

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Barenaked Ladies // Pinch Me

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To Myself a Thousand Times Over,

When your doctor asks you why you hated him, don’t lie. You never really did, do not roll your eyes. When he asks you why your hair was so many colors, tell him that you used it to paint the leaves that died in your front yard every year so that nobody bothered to look at how high the grass had gotten since you buried the dog. When he asks you if it’s okay, don’t swallow— Puke, puke until your stomach’s nothing but eraser marks from where you screamed out the contents of ten years worth of journals. When they ask you why you’re never there, tell them you’re never there because you’re living your life, and it’s a difficult thing to do between a set a walls. When your mother asks you why you were in the bathroom while he was showering, tell her you had joined him— that you wanted to be the soap on his body because you didn’t know what it was like to be clean. Listen when they tell you there’s bad news, listen when your gut grows palms and starts beating its fists on the inside of your stomach. You are right to feel the way you do. You were always right to and you always will be. Years of being frightened is scarier than anything you could ever be afraid of. Don’t let him leave ever— steal his bag, steal his plane ticket— steal him, he is worth it, he is always worth it. There is a fifty-two deck card, 85, 267 zip codes and over of reasons why he is. Learn how to take your makeup off, learn how to put your shoes on. Learn how to spend birthday’s by yourself and to be lovedrunk when you’re alone together. Stay away from boys who ask you why you talk smart, don’t explain. They will always ask too many questions. They will always fundamentally dislike what you are. Don’t brush your hair for once, don’t let them tell you what to do. Don’t stop sleeping— don’t stop hoping. When she says all she has are drugs and hope, tell her she is a parent’s worst nightmare. Tell her the only sort of hope she should have is that she dies before her parent’s get tired of paying for her coke. Tell her that if she is hoping, than you — you are praying. You are on your knees before god begging and gnawing off your own hands so they’re clasped in convocation even when you are not reciting hail Mary’s, tell her she is sad but tell her you are sorry. Tell her you are sorry you are right. Do not tell anybody you love them when you don’t. Do not roll your eyes, do not silence yourself when you think the words “I love you.” Say them, yell them, let them fall into a tangled mess on your lap like any other seed and watch them bloom in early April— trust yourself. Anyone who will drive an hour to kiss you on the forehead is a rare gem, trust them. If he’s ever sad remind him that you didn’t know what special was before you met him. If you feel an aching to get up and leave, do it, tear the map from your walls and wander. Share what you know, tell the world. Grow up, but don’t get old.