I wanted help with my backpack and i wanted lingerie under the tree, remember ? my baby little kitten got me red lingerie and even carried my backpack. he got me a candle light because he knows it gets darks when there's no screen shinning. Oh, but I sure wished he stayed the whole time.
I sure wish he kept on kissing my face while he could and while tears were coming down.
I wrote him a big text like those I used to write in Vietnam. Oh I was an insecure bitch, in Vietnam. I always was, still am. He's not answering and it's been hours so I've deleted it.
Is it different, is it genuine ?
Is it true, this time ?
Can I trust him not to hurt me ? To kiss every tear off my face, even when they keep on coming ?
I wish for trust but I've let the shower fall while I struggled to get any blood out of my flesh really. He cried when he found out but I'd do it again