and i've been hiding from myself a little bit
running driving going as fast and far as i could
and now you're across a continent & ocean and i would love to hear your voice... just a little bit, some sort of comfort and affection and we're both moving on and i don't want to be with you but i want to be around you
folding my socks this evening i realized just how much i miss you
i'm starting a school year without you, and i've never done that before, you've always been around, asking me how my day went, telling me how yours was, showering as i peeked in the curtain at your wet body and we would goof off and laugh at each other and you kissing me all wet
come home, maybe a little bit to me, i wonder still- could we be together and happy somehow? could i tone down and accept you and you commit politically & emotionally and then everything would be ok, we would be fine, right?
i don't always miss you like this. sometimes i ignore it.
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he said, "can i be completely honest?" my stomach jumped, preparing. "yeah." i responded. "of course." "i...
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i don't want to love him anymore. fuck. i want to be done. i want to be free of this. i don't want to care that he's with someon...
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of talking to people about my struggles. i just want to make decisions and figure shit out. i don't want to talk about drama anymore. at...
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