I wanted you. I wanted you to be mine. but you never were. you were late night laughter and early morning banter. you were teeth and tongue and lips and eyes. you were lazy stretches and long languid looks across the room. you were my motivation and my muse. my homeboy and my future husband….
Month: February 2018
Frayed
That thread she hardly hung on by? Yes, that’s the same one she used to sew herself back together again. Judge your perfection by someone else’s standards? She doesn’t need to. She owns every bump, bruise, misstep and shady dealing. Ask her. She’ll tell you. Hell, she’s practically an open book. She has her demons…
The Tenacious Virgo 