You make me feel real shitty.
It’s hard to stay positive with a negative thorn pricking your side.
This is my life. These are my choices. Those are my consequences.
Do they really think I’m pretty or do they just pity me?
Your never wanted romance. You never wanted to make love in a bath tub because it was too small and inconvenient for you. We barely learned how to fit our bodies together to sleep soundly and awake in each others’ arms. That really hurt me. Two whole years and we just recently discovered how to love each other. It was so beautiful that I’d cry each time. But now, that’s all gone. No more chances to gently provoke romance in my small bed or wrap around my legs to what I swore was my marble hero. Now you’re cold stone and angry and I am lost again.
I don’t have much to do but miss you.
I should have made love with you when I had the chance(s).