No, I don't imagine your arm wrapped around my waist and pulling me closer under comforters.
No, I do not think about your hand on my hip when you pass me by in the hallway.
I can not think about what it's like to be pulled from depths with your delicate declarations of love for only me.
I won't spend time wishing for the soothing that would come after anger and isolations.
No, I don't envision or feel or desire or manifest.
Thank you to my cowardice and delusions.
A response to you making my life unhealthy. A quick reaction to show my displeasure. An almost violent reaction to a loss. /// \\\ I wouldn't let you come back, not unless you were brand new. I wouldn
Always creating scenarios to feel alive, hopeful. Always holding too tightly because what is life and love with no logic, control. Freely letting guards fall to not know each other later. Finally rele
I lost control [!] then I lost control [...] I let it go a few times. I ran from it a few times. I tried to pick it up again too, but I just couldn't carry it anymore. I kept it movin. I had absolute