I feel like an idiot. Waiting on you and changing for you. Needing you and your unspoken approval. Is this what it feels like to be stood up? Maybe I just misunderstood you. And now I'm foolish... Trying to make excuses for you. Watching every car go by like a hawk waiting to pounce on its prey. This is a pretty bad low. This was supposed to be fun, easy and feet. But my crazy, fucked up, addicted mind makes it into something it's not. And I'm so afraid of making you feel weird that I dont ask questions when I should. I keep my mouth closed like a good girl. And only open it when spoken to. What's the point??
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Smell The Coffee
When I smell coffee in the morning, I want it to make me think of you. You say "I'm gonna head to bed" and you kiss me good night, your hand traveling down to me ass to give it a good squeeze. I smile and reach on my tippy toes to kiss you back. I stay downstairs to watch TV on the couch. And when I fall asleep and forget to come to bed you wake up around 3am and come downstairs to get me. Waking me with lazy kisses and soft touches. And as the alarm goes off in the morning, I smell the coffee and turn over to wrap my arms around you. Good morning my love. Love.
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