I’m a torrential downpour, withered to a crust.
Eaten from the inside by doubt, I am a drunken sack of bones and emotion.
I fight myself, I win some rounds
I dither and dally and argue,

I sing my heart out.

And when I do, you wrap me up in your arms
And rock me to a silent, tearstained sleep.

As you know, I've agonized pretty seriously about my breakup. I HAD to see Mike last Friday. It wasn't going to be easy, but I wanted to see him and I had to see where we were at and whether there was still more to explain to him. I was so nervous that day that I could hardly eat. What if he was really angry with me, what if he didn't speak to ( Read more... )