In these moments I feel most unstable. When your hands touch my face and our lips connect. The flames that flicker between us could turn the place to ash. The electricity that crackles between us could ark across time and space. Our carnal desires could devour the world in an instant. Your touch, your voice makes me come unhinged. my mind and body bending to your will. Your every will. Nothing can stop us now, the path that were on. All we can do now is stay right where we belong.
What the fuck are you so scared of? Me? Little ole me? Or is it my baggage? I was raped. I’m working on getting over it. You can too. Feel awkward? Don’t know what to say? Don’t want to coddle me? Then say something. Open your damn mouth and TELL ME how you feel about it. It’s what I do every two weeks on a plush fucking couch with a billion pillows. I could build a fort and still have pillows to spare.
So what are you afraid of?
Driving me away?
Giving bad advice?
Then open your damn mouth and say something!
Curious how I’m surviving?
What gets me through the day?
Or what kinda food I like?
Open your damn mouth and fucking ask me. What do you have to be afraid of? It’s not like I’ll hurt you or anything. I may threaten to cut you, kill you or blow you up.
What are you afraid of?
I’m just a sweetie pie… who will fucking cut you faster than a slice of cake.
No need to be afraid.
I had to surrender my sharp objects at the door. :)
It’s just a fading flower.
I’m trying to bring it back.
Water. Nutrients. Sunlight. Attention.
That’s all it should need right?
At least to start growing again.
Make it stay strong.
But too much of a good thing can be bad.
It’s my desperation to save it I could very well be killing it.
I’ll add it to my collection.