I’ll look at the moon and imagine you can see it too, waving from a faraway land.
I think often of leaving him for no other reason than I just want to sleep by myself, wake myself up snoring and feel no obligation to put a phallic thing in my mouth so that I can feel like I am doing my wifely duties.
You didn’t try to hurt me or forcibly take my naive heart. You were cunning and somehow convinced me to give it to you. And now it sits carefully placed next to the others in your trophy case of affection.
What I know is that I’m destined for bigger things but I’m stuck on what I have to do. Where should I start and how? It just scares me that maybe I’ll still be in this rut for the days, weeks, months and years to come.
The rationale you were so skilled at holding onto is in danger of slipping – you never meant to wear your heart outside your ribcage.
Just because I am genuinely interested in who you are as a person, it doesn’t mean I want to hook up with you.
The fact that you can kind of hear their voice in your head when you’re reading a text from them, from sound to delivery to level of sarcasm.
No matter the distance between us, you are not out of my mind—you are on it. Always.
I am learning to breathe. But most importantly, I am learning to tell myself that sometimes it is okay to not know what I want or need.
They don’t allow their feelings to be masked or ignored.