An entry about sharing...
I know he reads this, and what's it is probably worth to him.
Maybe I'm the only one who sees it, who holds things dear.
What I am inferring is the invitation to my bed. I have a troubled time with sharing my bed with anyone, and no, I'm not talking about sex for once. I am talking actually sparing/sharing my bed.
When I ask him to spend the night, my intent is not to fuck him. My intent is to crawl into his arms and fall asleep, the one guilty pleasure I hold most important to myself.
I am uneasy with sharing my bed with most people. My bed is my sanctuary, the place I dwell to for my most overpowering emotions...despair/excitement/passion...the very covers of my bed being a security blanket.
Time and time again, I am denied the simple comfort of my offer to him. Excuses always come up, and maybe I'm the one not seeing things clearly enough...but my bed is an important part of me. I want to share it and he'll have none of it.
He may as well deny me kisses and hugs.
It's like he avoids it.
I'm trying to start building our life together...taking steps to help him get on his feet.
I have realized that it's all for nothing.
He gets upset when I feel disappointment. My reply-"I wonder why I feel this way?"
Maybe I'm the only one who sees it, who holds things dear.
What I am inferring is the invitation to my bed. I have a troubled time with sharing my bed with anyone, and no, I'm not talking about sex for once. I am talking actually sparing/sharing my bed.
When I ask him to spend the night, my intent is not to fuck him. My intent is to crawl into his arms and fall asleep, the one guilty pleasure I hold most important to myself.
I am uneasy with sharing my bed with most people. My bed is my sanctuary, the place I dwell to for my most overpowering emotions...despair/excitement/passion...the very covers of my bed being a security blanket.
Time and time again, I am denied the simple comfort of my offer to him. Excuses always come up, and maybe I'm the one not seeing things clearly enough...but my bed is an important part of me. I want to share it and he'll have none of it.
He may as well deny me kisses and hugs.
It's like he avoids it.
I'm trying to start building our life together...taking steps to help him get on his feet.
I have realized that it's all for nothing.
He gets upset when I feel disappointment. My reply-"I wonder why I feel this way?"