New Lover

It seems to early to be awake, too early for this. For changing tires and the evasion of emotions.

Can he come back now? Can he crawl through my window and beneath my blankets now? Can i find that place i fit and without questions, or explanations, or even expectations? Can we breathe each other again?

and find solace from that.

He has blue eyes. and a small dick. man tits. hairy legs. mustache. fat.

not that any of it matters (we all know it does) it's just that... He's not my golden boy. My lover boy. My Mr. Secret Agent Man of years gone past. He has no music boxes or winding rings or even any heartbreak music.

He has anger and bitterness on his side. He has apathy and fear. He has fences and walls and bulidings to be crossed, broken down.

a daunting task (to say the least).

He has more problems than i do. More instabilities, insecurities.

I can't very well be stroking his ego when i feel like a slut. (he wasn't a good fuck).

I think i'm just used to hearing "i love you"