You ever know your heart is gonna be crushed but you go ahead anyway? What kind of foolishness causes that dopey decision to let it seep in and seem like a good idea?
I want it. Even though I know it’ll bite. Even though I know I’ll bleed. Some things are worth the wounds.
I say that now, but I’ll be whining over them, licking them and cursing my brazen moves. My stupid hopeless heart. My wayward cunt.
Pray for me.
*hits send*
Sunset Ridge
2021-07-13 05:08:09 +0000 UTC