I will be back so soon. I am tired of fending for myself.
******** my dreams. I've had so many graphic dreams of you lately. I wish I could blame hormones. Maybe it's pre-traumatic stress. Like I'm thinking of moving back and somehow it's linking those thoughts with you.
I miss you. I look at my tattoo and think about how I need another. How somehow more ink could anchor me to my body in the same way scars used to. Being out here on the frontier makes me think of floating away. I get carried away.
I wonder sometimes if I saw him if we would fall into lyric-speak like we used too. Or would we just exchange pleasantries and pretend we didn't read into those words. YEah Yeah YEAH.
You're ******** killing me.
· Fri Jun 28, 2013 @ 03:41am · 0 Comments