I pierce you with my hook through a charade of coy innocent looks.
Puppy dog eyes and a dash of independence used when good.
Eight years and a week is all it took. 437 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
1 month, 4 weeks ago
(Fuelled with Resentment)
I think I feel numb.
You’d rather do That than please me.
Yet you say you want to be One. 168 more words
I continue to get ready every day,
I dream of your touch in some way,
every time you brush past, 172 more words
(Just wishing – we)
still made love.
A year gone and I lied,
saying that we’re still the same.
Trying to be someone who puts you first, 36 more words