seeing his empty pants on the bed
i feel a little safer and a little less alone
i want to curl into them but i’m stuck in these heavy boots
his coat is under the covers exactly where i want it
and i’m promising myself wonderful things.
i don't believe me.
i eat and don't for all the wrong reasons, like a lot of things
and even snapping red rubber wrist bands won’t change that.
i am all of… Continue
Posted on August 24, 2009 at 4:30am — 10 Comments