when after two weeks, I state that I will be fine without you, and strain to erase you from my memory, that’s exactly when You show up. It’s unbelievably beautiful how you can come in hmmm....wrong time. Even thought any time is actually good, because at the end each particle of my conscience waits for you like cheap wine at some local liquor store and I simply cannot abnegate You. For I tried everything.
And I’m afraid. Needlessly. Even thought it isn’t what I thought it would be. It hurts the most around those banal, everyday things. ...and You know what I'm afraid of most tonight? That soon, your shirt will stop smelling like you, and I will never remember how you smell.
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Kobieta pod wpływem drobno-ustroju demokratycznego
- Ms. Asia
- Chicago, IL, United States
- I'm a smart girl. I like calm naps in the afternoon and the taste of wild strawberries. I mind my own business, and stay out of trouble. Most of the time.
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