if ur gonna talk shit about me behind my back at least look at my great ass
More people are concerned with why women stay in abusive relationships than why men are abusing women.
I want Love
But not a love like earth
because earth can be hard and immovable, and I only know how to move.
I want love like water.
Water flows and grows,
and it moves.
Water can be strong.
It has the power to wipe places of the map as if they were never there
and I wish I was that strong.
Right now I am like a puddle,
and currently I am in a drought.
I can feel my liquid courage dry out as I see every fine eye turn away from me to someone else.
I always say to myself,
"Your someone is out there."
Yeah, well fuck that, I don’t want him out there,
I want him right here.
I want to feel his heart beat through my skull,
feel his fingers tear me to shreds as I sit there laughing.
I want to feel his soft lips speak holes into me that reveal a light so blinding it illuminates every dark thought I ever had.
I want Love,
Simple, sweet Love,
and I want it to flow,
to move and groove to its own beat.
To our own beat.
Remember when Never Have I Ever games used to be like “never have I ever had sex *giggle*”
Now it’s like “never have I ever had a six person orgy in a broom closet” and people are all like “crap, I’m out.”