"I will love you forever, whenever you want me to..."
Yesterday, I beat the shit out of a TV with my father's golf club.
The day before that I beat the shit out of myself just thinking about every moment I ever thought about you.
"Surrounded, your blood, skin and pleasure drown me out."
You mentioned holding her hand in the breakroom and my mind couldn't help fleshing it out. The glaring pine tabletop reflecting the shine in her eyes. Her body leaned forward, yours relaxed but arm outstretched, hand curled to cup the outside of hers till she rolls her wrist and you rub your thumb over her knuckles... But I couldn't draw all that. A sketch never hurt so bad.
"I'm not one to be..
three..four..sure but,
Now I,
Now I,
want what you want"
I want to be whole again.