my darling,
i just need a little time
and a little space
to tighten the screws and bolts
that keep my head in place
my darling,
i promise you that it's not you
it's not you, it's me--
i'm trying to calm down and regain focus
i'm trying to be the person you need me to be
my darling,
i love you
(i think)
and everything is fine
i don't need a shrink
i just need time
and i'll be okay
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the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets
Poetrythe life of two, shown in one ~a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey stuff that will probably make you vomit blood~