Tuesday, March 2, 2010

She changes everytime she lies across his bed

I think I always thought of myself as the victim in most of my romantic endeavors. But I'm allowing myself to figure out that when you start to daydream about things ending at the very second they begin, you sort of assign yourself that role. Though I don't want to, I keep thinking about the two that I always fall back on, and how it probably won't be that long until I'm calling them at 3am. I say that's not what I want, I know that's not what I want, but to tell the truth I'm kinda scared to let them go.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is incredibly, and beautifully, honest. Thank you.