the chase...
I strip the black from my hair and dye it red again. I sit for an hour straightening it and then putting it up. I sit in front of the mirror and glare at my reflection for nothing looking the way I want it to. I sit and pull and prod and yank until it seems my scalp is raw but I look beautiful.
And then I wait for Ben to say something. I get only an uninterested "You dyed you hair. Looks nice."
Six months ago he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from touching me. He would have dragged me to his bed and done everything in his power to make me deliriously happy. But now I'm boring.
I'm boring and I'm bored.
I'm utterly Ben's and so there is no chase for him. I'm there when he goes to sleep and there when he wakes up. He wants someone untouchable, but I let him touch every part of me.
And then I wait for Ben to say something. I get only an uninterested "You dyed you hair. Looks nice."
Six months ago he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from touching me. He would have dragged me to his bed and done everything in his power to make me deliriously happy. But now I'm boring.
I'm boring and I'm bored.
I'm utterly Ben's and so there is no chase for him. I'm there when he goes to sleep and there when he wakes up. He wants someone untouchable, but I let him touch every part of me.