February 2012
81 posts
I still sleep in your sweatpants
I still sleep in your sweatpants. You’re steps away and we don’t talk. On nights when I’m upset about work or in need of some love, I still wish your arms were criss-crossed around my shoulder and chest, you and I were the only ones that fit like that together. I think of a tent on a beach, our first summer to run and we were only beginning. I can’t imagine all our...
Say something!
“there’s no need for your constant level of complicated…”
“you said that you could let it go, and I wouldn’t find you hung up on...”
