I don't want to want you anymore...
I imagine you marrying a beautiful woman with long flowy strands of ebony hair. She'll have an accent and speak in whispers as if not to disturb the constant erratic speed of butterflies swarming your bellies. She'll hold a pistol in one hand and your heart in the other. You will feed her berries in bed under a cascading waterfall of rose scented sheets. She will bring you gifts from the garden and you will build her a rocking chair to lull her to sleep while she's pregnant. She will love you and you will worship her. I imagine you marrying a beautiful woman that doesn't exist of this world. You will constantly ask if she is real. She will kiss your forehead, fortell your dreams, and assure you she is.
you believe that I'm not this woman. That's fine. But could you please not be the man that I imagine??
you believe that I'm not this woman. That's fine. But could you please not be the man that I imagine??