peanut jelly and butter
He still writes, and I thought this foul-mouthed prince was through and gone, yet still, he writes, he pushes the words into charming shapes, sentences that make my heart break while I read and blush and gush and know that he's so far away.
So why does he still write?
He asks me how my days are going, he asks for photos, for words, for my brain, my body and soul.
The days I don't receive anything from him are drab and they drag and I try as I might to remove my attention from the anticipation of whatever charming and alluring things he'll write to me next,
but it's hard! It's difficult to find interest in things so much less interesting than one human being.
Those dark days are filled with memories of when the dreamboat set sail, the dreamboat that sank my heart, the dreamboat that never really cared, was never really there. Those days my mind plays tricks on me and reminds me that I spent so much time on nothing.
In better news, while my eyeballs spew hearts I sit in this warm living room with a giant tv, dexter season 3, and a kitten named mittens who's sleeping not far from me.
My heart jumps and it dives and it spins in circles for something I can't say for sure.
Maybe one day I'll know what the feeling of certainty is.
So why does he still write?
He asks me how my days are going, he asks for photos, for words, for my brain, my body and soul.
The days I don't receive anything from him are drab and they drag and I try as I might to remove my attention from the anticipation of whatever charming and alluring things he'll write to me next,
but it's hard! It's difficult to find interest in things so much less interesting than one human being.
Those dark days are filled with memories of when the dreamboat set sail, the dreamboat that sank my heart, the dreamboat that never really cared, was never really there. Those days my mind plays tricks on me and reminds me that I spent so much time on nothing.
In better news, while my eyeballs spew hearts I sit in this warm living room with a giant tv, dexter season 3, and a kitten named mittens who's sleeping not far from me.
My heart jumps and it dives and it spins in circles for something I can't say for sure.
Maybe one day I'll know what the feeling of certainty is.