Everyone that I ever sleep with sleeps so close to me. As though they are trying to get everything they can from me before I leave. I toss and turn, restless, suffocating. Red eyed, blaring. Waking at one. Not able to sleep with anyone this close to me. An eternal curse. The closer you move to me the closer I move away. Paralysed by your need. Repulsed by your heat.
So when I feel empty, hollow at one in the morning, Stifled by your hand on my back and your breasts flush against my bare skin, I've only myself to blame.
I've only ever had myself to blame.
- Char|ey
- things can only get better from here...I promise to love you with my entire being, if you love me too. My heart is a small thing, my chest has a hole in it darker than the darkest night. But it's getting better - slowly. Until then, I'll write. End.
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