Can I please just curl into a ball, & la in your lap?
Baby do you remember the way we used to make love?
The way you fucked me?
The way I fucked you?
To the music?
I can’t deny that I miss you.
The morning that you woke up with the flu. I was leaving for school, standing in the kitchen, listening to you puke your guts out. Then you slowly wobbled to me, you had a couple tears on your face, a pretty big eye booger, and you rested your head on my shoulder, as I wrapped my arms around you.
Oh baby, I love you.
I haven’t given up on you, really.