See, I need You, and baby I need to
Let down my guard and give You my scars…
Open up my heart.
We could be stars.
She looked without looking for quite some time. She hoped without hoping. She tried not to get her hopes up, but those that knew her best often heard the tears that broke her voice if they knew how to listen. Those that knew her best knew the way others took advantage of her weakened state. They saw how people would stroll in and stroll out just as quickly.
They watched. They lent shoulders. They offered baseball bats to the kneecaps. But the pattern didn’t really change. The pattern would never change, not as long as there continued to be assholes in the world.
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I’m not asking for a lot
Just that you’re honest with me…
My pride is all I got.
It’s been 7 months. You probably didn’t know that. I didn’t know it until I thought about it the other day and went back to look for my petition. 7 months since I wrote it and gave it to you. Do you remember how terrified I was?
I was, like, in tears when I gave it to you. Real talk? I wanted to run away. Or, I guess the SL equivalent is tp’ing away? Like… my stomach was in knots. I was terrified of you.
One of the people I’m closest to in this god-forsaken grid, and I was /terrified/ of you.
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