Were you my lover?
or a monster under my bed?
Did you notice my sloppy prose?
My ninth-grade teacher surely did.
You were a teacher too, weren't you?
Before you found me there.
Out in the Hill Country of Texas
Under those big, beautiful stars
I thought I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
I look back and I see that I was so scared
of being with you.

Do you miss me?
Do you miss me staring at you?
Do you miss telling me to stop?
Do you miss me admiring you playing your games?
All of them
Every last one of them
You mesmerized me
You do still do
I love you
So desperately
and you...
What am I?
An afterthought?
Barely formed
Without shape
I love you
You...
What?
You what?

He was cold,
and my blood was warm.
I was his first **** after a long winter.
He had my body pinned,
down in the snow bed,
and this was the end for me.
I would be his feast,
and no one else would ever have me.

"Don’t be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
Richard Bach -The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

Part of me always wanted to fix it.
Part of me always wanted it to be you.
Then part of me always wondered what you were keeping me from.
I missed ragged breathing,
I missed drunken binges,
I missed feeling alive.
Now all I seem to miss is you.

"You like me too much."
"You don't like me enough."
"That's not true..."