I’m so hollow.
I do what I have to. I know you miss me. I feel it. I am sad and so tired. I have a nest where I pretend I’m smothered by what I need. What I need is what I’ll never have; you won’t let me have it.
I don’t want movie dates, presents and vanilla sweetness. I want late nights, secrets and burning, scorching passion.
Remember that night? Oh I was done for then. I ached for you. You knew, I know you did. You held me and leant too close and smelled my perfume and I was yours. You kissed my neck and there was no question, there was no debate. I was a moth drawn to your flame with the hunger of a pack of ravenous wolves. I was never his after that. I only dreamt of you.
What is the point? How do I explain anything? Would you really just give me up without a fight?
I’ve never known such picturesque happiness with such exquisite sorrow.
"A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If i hold it for a minute, its not a problem. If i hold it for an hour, i’ll have an ache in my arm. If i hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer i hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a big longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down."
i hate it when you accidentally pick off a bit of dead skin on your lip and you can’t stop until you’ve peeled your entire face off