Some days I dread and some encounters I fear. I wish my body didn't break down when I was so frustrated. I wish I didn't hang onto every word because then maybe I wouldn't take it so seriously. Maybe caring too much is the reason for this turmoil. My cliffhanger is curfew as the conversation stops. I wait impatiently. No sleep comes. I wish for the morning but wish for a distraction. I wish for the burn of my muscles to take the pheromones away from my body as if that will help. I sink to my knees and as my tears come rushing down my face, I wonder if I did it all to myself. I pray for the relief and watch it unfold. I pray for one thing and He hasn't failed me yet. I pray for that cliffhanger to end. And I pray for its end. I pray for myself. I pray that the words become calm. I pray for the storm to cease. I pray for the control and I pray for Him never to leave me. I pray for alot but I pray for what I don't deserve. I pray for me. And I prayed for us. And I prayed for
