When you talked about how you were betrayed, I felt your pain. I cried in silence since I know how it felt to be junked and treated like crap. After the things you've done, you were there, dropped to pieces.
I remembered what you told me then; I need to be broken because you will be the one to fix me. At first, I was amused. I couldn't accept falling hard into another traveling soul again until I was so comfortable laughing with you, crying with you, going cheesy and silly, and still feeling good about it.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PuisiMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
