Thursday February 28, 2019
I almost loved you out of me but that’s not the way some beds work. There was no formula that I could plug my feelings into; no step by step guide to the other side of mercy.
Not when you can justify just about anything. Even the ones with a pulse far below the surface of being true. I almost loved you right back into you. The way I want you to get the bigger chicken breast; the sexiest garlic clove between the four of them.
I almost did that but I detoured at the stop where I was supposed to fill up on seeing myself fairly. I confused that for your lack.