2006-04-10
If This Wall Wasn't Here
You've put those girls to shame. I've heard you. I've heard you say the words. They're always gone, they're always in his bed, they're always in his head. Something's taken over them. I'm okay with that. I really am. But don't lie to yourself, or to me about it.
I'm glad I got to snuggle with you. I'm really glad. Because in these last few weeks, I've only seen you sitting in your chair doing work... and sometimes lunch on Thursdays. So I'm okay with that. But don't say maybe when you know that you're going to say no.
So I wasn't trying to say that I was mad because you were going to do something else. Maybe I am selfish that I can't spend as much time with my boy as you can with yours. I just saw an old lady's nipple. But mostly I know I snap sometimes because I miss you. And after these next few weeks, I won't be able to touch you if this wall weren't here. Know what I mean?
oilandwater at 12:21 a.m.