I couldn’t help but feel for you still with a desperate longing to take that enormous head of yours all bottled up in your insecurities and ego and cradle it between my naked petite breasts.
Like the broken bottle that I am. Split and spinning tossed to the side. Until I can release you.
So I cave. I become--Silent. Cold. Deadly. Like rain
It burns deep down all the things you wished you could have seen before they disappeared
Life is a never-ending series of impossibilities and disappointments and I’m done playing them all as if something new is going to happen when I collapse to the floor.