I posted on my facebook wall
my favourite music and movies - so you could pretend to like those.

I posted all the books, places and people I've seen - maybe you can pretend you know about those too.

Recently I updated my status telling everyone how sad the death of my favourite poet is - maybe you could read a few of those and recite your favourite lines.

I uploaded a picture of a couple holding hands, my caption describing how I missed that feeling.
The feeling of safety.
Perhaps you can hold me,
and pretend its what you wanted to do all along.

. . . That I want our story back.

Tell life that she can have her stars. . .
She can have the moon, the sun, and the ocean. . .
She can have all of it back.
I just want you.

My lazy eyes lap at your thighs,
their jiggles my kryptonite.
Why lust for skin and bone?
bodacious beauty passes by, unnoticed by the blind.
I see it all,
curves and dimples
marshmallow soft and twice as sweet
call my name and boost my blood!

My stare is caught in your embarrassed eye
As you presume negativity not positive effect
pulling at your dress, hiding all you own.
You are beauty supersized,
as my lazy eyes lap at your thighs.

Yes, I like you.
My feelings go a little deeper than that.

But I'm afraid to tell you because

I have a few extra inches on my waist
I don't have a gap between my thighs.
Sometimes when I speak my double chin pops out.
And my cheek bones don't protrude from my face.

It shouldn't matter though
Because those things don't affect the way I feel.

When you look into my brown eyes, you can still read the novels of my life and my lips can still recite the poetry about your smile.
My hands can still keep yours warm and our bodies can fit together perfectly, almost be mistaken as one.

The size of my jeans won't affect my voice when I tell you how you make me feel, or the way the sun just doesn't shine as bright when you're around.

It doesn't make me different.
It doesn't make me strange.
It simply means there's more of me for you to love.

Maybe it makes me feel good.
When your hands tighten around my waist - when they hold everything together,
when I feel like I
could
just
fall
apart.

My heart beats really fast, almost right out of its cavity
but when my chest reaches yours and our hearts almost..
connect
It slows right down again
almost
to
a
standstill.