These days I sleep naked so it could be like our nights of deep slumber. Only now its just myself. Caressing my own arms, tracing the outline of my own face. My own breaths keeping me awake. I liked it better when yours were to blame.
John was a wonderful painter. He would paint apples and people and dogs. And he was happy. Then he fell in love with an artist And he was happy. Then she broke his heart. Now, he can no longer paint.
You can't quit now you've come too far. A tear is a tear but this thing is a beast. Tears will do nothing but set you back paces and drugs only go so far. You can't forget you have a heart. Fight it with heart. Lets the tears be tears, but fight it with heart.
We can be together if you want. I'm indifferent i guess. Actually I'm not. Not at all indifferent. I'd like to be with you. so that I can sit next to you any time I'd like. And we can hold hands, If you want.
But I have four legs and a tail. So why is it not so simple? Do I not have a tongue that is quenched by water? And eyes to see what I’d like? I have all these things yet it is not as simple. What is it that sets us apart? For now I will settle on clothing.
They painted a pretty picture. A red baby, two smiling parents. Some what of a narrative I guess. These two, they met, the fought, they ******. And now they have this red baby. I guess they're in love.
Today feels like the second worst day of my life. And there is nothing I can do about it. I say the second worst day because it feel just like the worst day of my life, only it’s happening again. So it’s the second worst day of my life.
I'm going to have to get used to the way you breathe. Sort of heavy and fast. Surprising for such a small girl. I like it though. I like your skin too, it's soft. My hands move so lightly on your skin. I'm going to have to get used to that.