Just Dreams

Woke up rather lonely Roll over Sigh Cold sheets over there Pull the blankets tighter about my hips Wishing, longing for his arms His breath on my shoulder “….morning..” A kiss Sliding my body closer still to his own Resting Knowing I’m his and he’s mine And we’ve got Thousands more mornings Just like this…

Pathetic

I must be quite pathetic….

Embrace Reality

Feeling fucking low. See there’s a few things going on. I have this knack for analysis. Perhaps overthinking. And there’s this guy. He’s really really far away. And he’s not mine to have. But I want him regardless. He can give me a piece of himself. But I want all of him. Every bit. And…