All manners of love at any cost. Secret Santa. Christmas shopping. Five dollar comedy shows. Writing on my car. Buying wrapping paper. Remembering good times. Saving things. Decorating the tree. Smelling good smells. Brushing my teeth before bed. Day by day by day by day, one day and one day and one day and one day at a time. Every day a different day but every day can be okay if you remember that. It is love. I will have to run or hide.
What have you got to lose but your own life which is but a gift to give away?
I want to lay on the floor for a long time. I want to be august. I think I’m a poem.
i’ve been awake for way too long and now all i want is a cold bottle of water, a head rub, some nice quiet words, and falling asleep with legs intertwined.
work eight hours, come home, take binder off, eat half a sandwich, masturbate, take a nap while spooning a pillow pet. then when i wake up i’ll go to the store for stuffing ingredients, lay in bed, think about cuddling, masturbate, go to sleep spooning a pillow pet, wake up, make stuffing, and spend my night at work for thanksgiving.
I love you