The problem is he didntgently put me down-he dropped meand my piecessplintered all around.and I guess I justdidn't have the suppliesneeded to soften m..
I can buy myself flowers-ones that I would like toodaffodils and lilacsshasta daisies- insteadof the roses that smelllike valentines hopes turnedto di..
I have this fear thatwith all this giving ofsecond chancesI have given away somethingvital of myself-my hopeor idealsor standards for howI know I shou..
maybe he will taste likehope-a risk worth takingexcitement and new chancesto not make the same old mistakes.maybe he will grasp mewith enough pressure..
I want to borrow his booksand admire his scribbles in hisnotebook margins-steal sips from his coffeeand trace his scars.and he can perch himself on th..
He is a red wine headache-vague memories of a night meantto go better and morning's regret.Feeling strangely out of placedissheveled and full of thats..
I want someone who will saymy name like a rosary-quiet and hopeful-I want someone who will look at melike christmas morning-full of wonder and joy-And..
He left bruises on my throat for a week-once lifted me and threw me across a bed like myentire existance was nothingcompared to the strength in his ar..
I want impossible things-to be kissed like the war is over,pulled backward and overcome withpassion on a busy street-to feel the wonder of the first t..