Psh! We never fight.
Ummmmm YES we do.
I do.
Well . . . I say after: I love you.
But!
No marriage here
Nothing of the size.
just 2 bickering friends
on roller coaster rides.
He tried it!
I tried.
We settled the storm.
HE settled our storm
with his warm . . .
. . . wishing for his hugs :(
once/per wk - he said
I would disagree
Ok! numerous times at best
but NEVER wanting to leave.
Hours on the phone
good like GOOD TIMES! "every time I need a payment"
Bad like BAD GIRLS . . . club
Now That's! A Fight Club!
No No No No No - not like that at all.
No fist at hand, just words like stones
bruised and baffled - who won?
It's getting sooooo intense!
I don't know what to do :(
I AM . . . the things upon 'his list.'
Oh! What happened to me?
I think I think too much
At least he answers my calls
when fuss, a cuss, from lust
I have to take in his patience
from pushing him so hard
no dry wall can hold me back
folds melt from wet
the wall/
unbalanced - you get my drift?
I fall
"stop crying"
he's ALL
and everything I need
can't understand the WHY?
he CONTINUES to help me BREATHE . . .
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when I think 'age' separates us - I learn 'age' makes me stronger. Am I the one who lost my years, as he is the one: More mature - no tears?
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