Aug 29, 2006 13:32
Things feel stressed. Icky and ill fitting, like too tight jeans.
I have lots to do, and little time. I'll fit it in, I just cant be arsed.
I want to be by his side, in his arms and melting to his skin.
I want him to say he wants me there, immediately, right now in his arms, till the morning comes. Importantly, I want him to actually want me.
I left my bleeding heart between his sheets
....Circumstance made me a bad friend