8b

i can’t stop thinking about her. i don’t know why it bothered me so bad (yeah – and i’m stupidly talking in past tense). never has my heart been so knocked out of breath. confession of something that i knew so many did openly. i am stupid to think i could have it the way i wanted. my quest for that element will never rest. and i will never recover.

7b

tonight, i’m needing very badly to be your wife. only your arms could soothe this unexplainable angst away. you stroke my hair and say – shh, shh. it’s okay, baby – and this ripped rag doll is mended. tonight, you need to be my husband. permission to lie with you all night and watch to see how your hair gets messy.