Jul 12, 2009 01:47
Fuck this. I don't want to be this way, but the idea of sleeping without you tears me up. Insides out. I would spill my guts on the floor, but you're the only person I feel comfortable sobbing in front of. I am crying in our bed, not bothering to wipe the tears because I'm tired and soon is never soon enough.
I'm sorry that I'm crazy. But I want want want. I recognize that it's not a necessity. I won't die without your skin and your scent and the soft sound of your voice, but sometimes it feels so close to need that I confuse the two and I'm left in bed with just the faint imprint of your body from this morning.
How melodramatic. I'm not trying to be a bitch on the phone. To be that girl that demands you align each and every detail of your very existence to fit some perfect schedule crafted in my head. I was just empty today. So hollow I could hear the echo of my heartbeat against my ribs. So tired that thoughts dripped from one neuron to the next, breeding indifference that seeped right into my bloodstream and infected my entire mindset. I wanted your face and your hands and the safe, calm place that you and I create.
There's no one else and that makes me feel even more alone.