11/25/18
Things happen so unexpectedly. I thrive
on schedules and predictions, educated guesses and itineraries. So, I
don't how this happened. Did my desperation actually bloom a
relationship? An early friendship tainted with alcohol has now become
a relationship void of sex. Am I not that attractive? Are you just
that kind?
I am afraid to say all the things that
run around in my brain. I need you to know how truly scared I am of
this. Everything is so new to me. I couldn't figure it out; I mean, I
thought once I found someone to claim as mine I would be happy and my
insecurities would be buried in the peace knowing that at least one
person on this earth has picked me as their significant other.
It was fun sneaking around on
Thanksgiving, stealing kisses and touches in private. Did you know I
tickle you so I can touch you and feel the adrenaline pump through
you as you jump? I want to feel every inch of your body, mark it as
mine, and feel no guilt about it. I want every crevice to have a
memory of my lips. I want you to feel the same about my body. I want
your lips to feel comfortable around every inch of my being.
That scar on your bottom lip? Possibly
the closet thing to heaven there is. How you birthed that scar is out
of pain and abuse, but I intend to help you love it. I intentionally
bite and suck there. I want to feel when it pulses as you kiss. I
want you to know I am aware of how the pain you've felt on the inside
has manifested to the outside.
I never envisioned you. I never once
thought the person I would fall madly in love with and hold hands
with and kiss with and share nightmares with would be someone as
intricate as you. You play nonstop video games. You have a tall lean
build and shaggy brown hair. You have perfect teeth and smooth skin.
You aren't athletic and you don't have an interest in watching
football on the holidays. I never thought I would have to try hard at
reading someone, or helping someone.
Two people with addictions, panic
attacks, and gentle low self-esteems probably shouldn't date.
Heroine, crack, cocaine are your worst enemies and you look down upon
those who crave those things, but what if I told you at one point in
time I couldn't get out of the bed without them. You're a pothead, so
I know you would understand the whole addiction story, but would you
still get angry if I said I still do those things in secret behind
your back.
I get tired of listening to you fall
asleep on the phone. I get tired of you nodding off when I just want
you inside of me. I'm tired of yearning for someone half alive. But,
I would never force you to pick between me and the weed. Bud would
win every time. It distances you from all that plagues you and that's
a superpower I haven't accessed yet.
I had you that night. The night I drank
you under the table. The night I flirted with your roommates and
taught them how tough I was. I kissed you and owned you. I found the
key to everything I wanted, and I still couldn't take it. I didn't
want to be drunk making love. I didn't want to corner you into taking
my virginity. I knew I wanted you, and I knew I wanted to be yours,
but I've always wanted someone to pick me out from across the room
and think shes mine. I wanted you to claim me in front of your
friends and kiss me hard to make your point. Instead I put you on the
spot. I allowed my desperation to encircle around your neck forcing
you to decide. How different would things be had you said no? The
breath in my throat has never left; I'll forever be waiting on you
saying no.
I can't wait to watch this blossom and
bloom, and even if nothing serious comes from it, you have already
taught me how to laugh. You have already taught me how to be
comfortable in my own skin, and for that I'll be forever thankful. I
don't know how to give that to you. I don't know how to make you love
yourself more, but I do know I will try for always because you are
worth. I hope you can see it in my eyes how every fiber of your being
is worth it.
Listen, I never intended to be wrapped
up in you. I still need to get my shit together. I still need to
become my own adult, but you are so much fun. You have grabbed my
attention, and I am lost within you. My goals are still mine, but how
do I squeeze you into them? I want to become more for you. I try hard
to look the best for you, so I can be something you show off. You're
own personal trophy. The only thing that bothers me late at night,
when I can't sleep, is that I doubt you put in as much effort. Is it
that hard to get a job? Am I only good for cigarettes, candy, and
sex? Oh wait no, also the weed.
I know I am hard to love with all these
insecurities and lack of communication, but if you truly knew my
inner thoughts you'd be gone faster than dust to dirt. I need to know
you are worth the nightmares I run from at night. I need to know that
I can trust you with my doubts and fears. Don't sugarcoat anything or
sweep it under the rug. Yes, I feel so underserving and I feel so
inadequate to have you in my life, but please don't shush me and let
me know that you don't care for my self doubt. I don't do it for fun
because believe second guessing every ounce of self worth isn't easy
to do in front of your roommate, the one you mentioned you had fucked
on more than one occasion, the one who gets jealous when I come over.
We have past I recognize that. I know
that everything about my life confuses you and sometimes enrages you
that I put up with such stupidity. Yes, I still am best friends with
the cousin who sexual abused me as a child and tricked me into
becoming an addict to feed his own addiction. He's a good person I
promise, he's just made some terrible mistakes. Haven't we all? What
are the ugly things you've kept hidden from me? Does it have
something to do with the anger you keep hidden, but sneaks out every
once in a while? I need to know.
Your angry rips through a room like the
evening riptide. Slowly rising and then aggressively crashing into
everything it touches. When I touch your face and force you to
breathe does it help? Or am I just this annoying person who has no
idea what it's like to have hell fire melting your insides? Because,
let me tell you I know what it's like to have angry, hatred, and
frustration blind you from the inside out.
I use to sit and write for hours upon
hours. I use to tap into this fantasy land of stories I curated in my
head. I spent every waking moment creating the perfect universe I
could hide in. After becoming an adult, I had forgotten about the
world and where the door was to get in. I was desperate for
creativity in my life. After I kissed you for the first time, the
time we couldn't breathe because we were sucking out each others
souls, I found the key to my imaginary place. I hadn't even noticed
until I sat and started typing out this. This release was a few years
in the making. It couldn't have happened without you. I needed to
experience you before I could write about it and now that's the only
thing my heart wants my mind to think about.
The only thing about my imagination is
that it runs wild. It creates worry in a stress free zone and gives
me crazy thoughts that keep me up at night. For example, how many
times do you think about me through out the day? Do I cross your mind
right before you fall asleep or when you wake up? Is there anything
about me that drives you crazy? Are there things about me you wish
you could change? I want to know your inner thoughts and then again I
bet some of them would sting and that scares me.
I haven't allowed another person to
have this much power over my being in such a long time, but you are
important to me. I can't leave my thoughts alone, even the negative
ones. I am consumed by you and I don't even think you've noticed. I
crave to be with you every second and to you I'm just a good option
for right now. You can use me for the things you can't afford because
you have no money. You use me for companionship when everyone's
abandoned you. And, I eat up every second and task you throw my way
because even the littlest of affection given from you satisfies my
soul even if it's just for milliseconds. It's like the rush a
crackhead gets when they hit the pipe for the first time in a while
and end up doing a hundred dollars worth in five seconds.
I can't imagine what you think and it
drives me insane. You are this enigma of emotion and characteristics.
How long does it take a person to be able to read another human
being? How long before I realize this is all just a dream? Listen, I
don't ever want to wake up if that's the truth. Keep me in this coma
where I love you.
Those words, God, I am so afraid to say
them. And, I already know I have to wait for you to say them first or
they'll turn to dust before my eyes and never come back. I'll scare
you away into the darkness, but I just want to kiss you all over and
whisper into the wind I love you every bite up your neck and every
sweet kiss on your lips.
I came over the other day higher than
the clouds. I could have touched heaven, and my biggest fear was that
you might find out how much I actually care about you. I am not
prepared for what will happen when you find out I want you to make me
a wife and I want to make you a father. Even though that's probably
not in our story. I can fantasize as long as you never find out.
I am hard to figure out, like a puzzle
with a few missing pieces, but I can be so cherished that you can't
throw me away, and hopefully that is the case. I never knew how to
advocate for myself because I never saw much value within myself, but
let me try for you. Let me advertise all the things about me that
could benefit your life.
Nah, I'm just kidding. I have no idea
why you would consider me date potential. I don't know why you are
entertaining this idea, but I can feel the disappointment coming. I
can feel the let down forming behind your eyes. I don't when it will
come but one day you will wake up and wonder why you ever ran through
the rain with me or picked wild flowers for me or considered a life
past your own selfish ambitions with me.
When that day comes I want the world to
be ending. I want jesus to have come back, and I want to be the only
one left residing in hell because that is how bad it'll hurt. But, my
luck the world will be peaceful, the birds will be singing, and I'll
be the only one walking around with a gaping wound in their chest.
I wonder what it'll feel like for you.
Relief?
This is just the beginning and yet I'm
dwelling on the ending. It'll be the end of me for sure, but not us.
That'll live on for eternity.
11/26/18
It snowed today. A light, fluffy snow
that will probably be gone in the morning. It will turn to slush on
the roads and will be easily wiped off cars, but I will never forget
it's magic. You always get so cold, so cuddling is always an option.
Working third shift has it's advantages because everyday so far
before work we hang out, and I get all the sloppy kisses I can
afford.
So, when I had to leave, you followed
me out to the car for an extra cigarette. And, yes we had that
conversation, the one where I asked if you only liked me because I
have a good job and can afford things like food, cigarettes, and
weed. You laughed at me. But, I wasn't joking. You just mused that a
lot of guys must have really hurt me. But, let me be honest here: you
are the first real boyfriend I have every had. So, I am anxious, and
I am nervous, and I feel like once my well dries up you are going to
run as fast as you can the other way.
Let's go back to that magic moment. The
one where you are shivering next to my car lighting a cigarette, and
once you taken that first inhale I pull you close and kiss you hard
and wet and sloppy over and over again. I always close my eyes; I
don't know about you. I always want more and more with each kiss.
I can almost picture heaven now. All
those nights of uncertainty, abuse, and trauma were worth it if they
made me the person you envision giving all these kisses too. You give
my life a little sunshine that has the power to cut through all the
shit swarming around me. Heaven: your endless kisses without
ill-intention. Your kiss is just a kiss. It's not demanding. It's not
forceful, but it's solid enough that I know you want to just as much
as I do.
Everything seems to be falling into
place, and I never thought I would ever experience that. I always
thought that expression was made specifically for fairytales: people
who lived lives attune to the American dream.
Once I find an apartment, you will have
a place to permanently call home. No more talk of living in a tent in
the freezing winter. You don't want me to be worried, but for the
first time in my life I have something to worry about other than
myself. I don't want you to not have a place to lay your head at,
especially at night. You did this to yourself, and procrastinating
about it probably hasn't helped.
A great woman by your side should help
you feel empowered to become greater than your wildest dreams, and I
cannot wait to watch you blossom.
Although, you smoking pot scares me,
and sometimes the dreams you share with me are even more wild.
Joining the Navy and quitting pot all sounds fine and dandy, but are
you really going to do that? Being bipolar and ADHD has it's
downfalls. Sorry to tell you that the military doesn't hire people
with mental health issues. But, I didn't tell you because I didn't
want to crush your dreams as you whispered them to me in the car late
at night. I just went along with you and dreamed for the both of us
because really we could uproot and live in California. That would be
the wildest dream come true. I hate being stuck in this shit town,
but you make it bearable and if I could take you to the places of my
heart like the jungle gym that over looks the Mexican boarder I would
for sure seal a place for you in my own personal heaven.
Listen I can't guarantee forever. I
can't even promise tomorrow, but I know for now I want to spend every
waking moment with you, even when you're absorbed in your video games
or smoking pot and listening to viking music.
It's funny because I envisioned myself
with someone a hundred percent different than you. I thought I wanted
a thug. I thought I needed someone experienced and someone who could
protect me at all cost. But, throughout my adulthood I have
discovered I can keep myself safe, and I just need companionship.
Not saying you don't protect me,
because I have faith in you that if shit got real I could count on
you, but theres so much more to you. You are smart and curious. You
enjoy laughing and being serious. I can have some of the most
meaningful and sensitive conversations with you and I don't have to
worry about you blowing them off.
So, I will wait for you to fall in
love. I don't even know if you're in lust with me. It is so hard to
read you. Seriously. I don't know what you're attracted too. I
haven't the smallest idea of why you would date someone like me and
your reasons are the same every time I ask: I am cute and that I am
nice to you. That makes me sad because some where along the way your
ex-girlfriends were so unkind that my kindness throws you off. My
generosity is foreign to you. But, I could say the same thing about
your gentleness and patience. If I had to compare you to anyone,
Danny, Alex, Jesse, etc. I think you would stand out the most because
you think before you speak, your intentions aren't always selfish and
I am determined to think you care just the slightest. You want to
know my opinion about things and that means the world to me. You
listen when I speak and you care about my needs. If I said hey put
your phone for a second you would and when I called you today you
answered even though you were in the middle of a game and I am sure
died on purpose so you could continue to talk to me.
That was our first real conversation on
the phone and I loved it. You wanted to know how I slept. You wanted
me to come over. You said you needed some of my kisses. It made me
feel so loved. It made me feel wanted and I think that's all I have
ever needed in my life: to be wanted. I just wish I could read your
mind. I would love to know your brain's file on me. I would love to
know what you tell your friends about me and I would love to know
what your roommates and boss think of me. I wish you would tell me
things about the way I make you feel, but I guess that'll come in due
time.
It wasn't love at first sight, and to
be honest I don't think I ever truly believed in true love at first
sight because all relationships take work. I always criticize my
parents marriage. I think they should have ended it before it even
started: I seriously blame them for my conception, but to be honest I
think it is a perfect example of why love at first sight doesn't
exist, and if it does exist it is for the shallow hearted. I
shouldn't determine whether I love someone based on one meeting.
After one meeting the only thing I could remember was the way you
looked and your child like stance on life and adventure. I don't
think I would have fallen in love with that.
I think I will fall in love with the
adventure of having you in my life. I think our time together and
what we experience with one another will allow my guard to fall my
walls to crumble and for me to fall little by little in love with
you. I hope the little man within doesn't keep such a tight grip on
your feelings that you can't get in touch with the emotions that
allow you to become one with another human being. I hope that one we
will be able to pray for each other and lean on one another. I hope
that one people will look at us and it won't be such a hard thing for
them to wrap their heads around that we actually like love each
other.
I think I have said this a few times,
but when can I say I love you? I am laughing so hard on the inside
right now because I know what I feel is basically just lust. I don't
think I have ever experienced love before. But, I do know that I want
to make you fall. I want you to cast heads over heels for me. I want
to be the last thought across your mind before you fall asleep and I
want to be the first thing you think about in the morning. I want to
know that you are happy to see me and sad when I leave. I want to
know that you'd get jealous if another guy looks at me.
Oh and I still haven't told you, but
girls turn me on. When I told the waitress she had a nice ass at
O'Charleys I wasn't kidding. I hope you know that when you get upset
about ex-girlfriends I can't help but get jealous and angry at the
same time. I should be able to distract you from thinking about them.
Kat was abusive, I get that. Let her go. Let me help you heal and
believe in someone again. Everyone else who has broken your heart and
sit on the sidelines for once because no one is better at healing
from their past than me, so let me help you dive into a future
without ghost.
Speaking of ghost, you haven't met mine
yet. I have them splattered all across my life. People I let down.
People who abandoned me. Events I am too afraid to speak about.
Also, let's talk about you going to
Kentucky for the week. I don't want you to go. I don't want to be
without your kisses for a whole week, and by the time you come back,
will you even still like me? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but
what if your heart was never fond of me in the first place? Listen, I
don't think I can handle it. I will be texting you te whole time
wondering what you are doing and if you are missing me. Nothing will
get done at work because I will be daydreaming about having you back
in my arms. And, if this is you ghosting me I will find out and I
will kill. Just kidding, I won't murder you, but I will hold you
accountable because yes we already had this conversation, and you
said you have never ghosted anyone and you would never do that to me
because it's been done to you before and it's painful.
You always tell me to not have self
doubt and to not look down on myself but you do yourself all the
time. I don't want to hear that you think you are fat or that you're
ugly and have to many pimples. That's fucking life. Who doesn't have
pimples? Who doesn't think they're too fat or to skinny? Everyone on
Earth wants to be who they aren't because society and social media
has made it damn near impossible to feel comfortable in our own skin.
I learned a long time ago that the only person who can love me the
most is me. I don't need your love and I think that's why this is
different and I crave it the most.
I want to tell you not to go to
Kentucky, but I don't think I have reached it that far in girlfriend
status. Would you even listen to me if I did? Would you follow me
around like a lost puppy like you do for Brandon? Granted you've
known him longer, but shouldn't I be more important to you. He feels
like a sidepiece and I need him to just be in your friend circle.
I can't wait until I can dig into your
past and know all the ugly truths about you, so that I can trust
everything you do and say. Trust is hard to form and I fear that we
haven't created enough of it for you to up and go to Kentucky.
At the same time I want to know all
your fears, wants, and needs. I want to fulfill them and keep your
mind at ease. I want you to stroke my hair at night and tell me
everything is going to be okay. I want to share a home with you and
wake up next to you every morning. I want to know that you'll always
be there when I need you, and when I have a bad day I want to confide
in you. I want to tell you all the things I worry about, like my job
and family and friends and issues within the church. I want to share
with you all the ways I want to change the world like abolish sex
trafficking and changing the way we go about identifying and helping
children heal from sex abuse. I want to dramatically change the child
care system in the United States. I want to go above and beyond to
create a safer more functional world for the youth.
I want to know what things to aspire to
do besides sit around and get high. I don't want to just watch you
dwindle into the night. I want you to know that I only stayed clean
for a few years for a significant other and I am trying my hardest to
do it for you, but it is so easy to justify when I see you with a
joint. I don't understand your logic that weed is any better than any
other drug, but you have to understand every head trip you take is
something I use to look forward to when I took one hit of crack or a
shot of heroin. I wanted so far away from this place, I wanted to be
so close to death without the scary unknown part. And, if that's why
you smoke pot, then why date me. I want to help you make your life
better inside of enabling you to run from it all the time.
I can change you and I never intended
to when I first started to slide into this weird relationship phase.
I know you said you were just nervous, but I did put you on the spot,
and I did force you to make a hasty decision, and I don't want you to
regret it. I also don't want to get hurt or feel used. I want to know
the truth now when things are new rather than in a year when you are
bored with me and feel the need to leave because this was never your
idea in the first place.
I haven't been able to let loose and go
at a keyboard like this in such a long time, and I am so happy that
you are the one who has reopened my creative side. It makes me feel
as though I needed you and found you at just the right moment.
The absolutely best part of this is
that I am friends with your mom. She is such an amazing person and I
love spending time with her. Everyone who gets married is supposed to
hate their in laws but I guarantee you even if we don't make it I'll
still be your mom's best friend. I just slip into your family and
became apart of it with a snap of a finger, and my parents absolutely
loved talking to you. I know that you haven't met the rest of my
circus family, but I have faith they'll like you too because I do and
you have this charming sparkle about you.
I know it's too early to have this
conversation, so I'll bite my tongue, but I want to know what you
have in mind for our future. Is this just one of those seasonal
flings? You'll find someone else in the summer? Someone you can show
off and play life with? You have to understand because of the hurts
in my life, I will always be anticipating the end even though it may
never come. I want to be assured. I want you to tell me you love, you
won't leave me, and that you need me.
Do you need me? Do I add to your life?
Are there things I have brought to your life that you never knew you
were missing? Did I mention I was a hopeless romantic but I hide
because secretly I know those things only happen in movies? I
absolutely know that your sensitive soul was made for mine. I just
have to dig in a little deeper and help you see, you were made
specifically for me.
I don't believe in soul mates. I don't
believe in magic and fairy dust, but I do believe in hard work and
caring for one another. I don't want you to love me because I look a
certain way or cause you to need release. I want you to love me
because throughout our days together you've discovered that my mind
is fascinating, that I fill this place in you that you didn't know
was empty.
I want to know what keeps you up at
night and what has caused your life to become so hard. I want to know
what you identify with and why that is. What kinds of things do you
fight for? What type of people do you empathetically fight for? Why
do you listen to things in different languages? What was your teenage
years like? What attracted you to all of your ex girlfriends? What
was your first impression of me? Do you think of me through out your
day? I have asked that multiple times in this little writing of mine,
but it really presses into me like a throne in my side because I know
that I think of you with my whole being.
I have never been mesmerized by someone
like this. I mean yes I have. Just one time, and I said I would never
do it again because it almost killed me. Brock Hill. A tsunami that
ripped through my heart, mind, and did leave until I became an adult,
and even know I still reminisce on the damage he left behind. I never
stopped thinking about him. I wanted to know him inside and out. I
wanted to be glued to his side, and I wanted him to notice me so bad.
He claimed I was his best friend, like a sister. That was the first
time and not the last that I heard the expression and it sheared
through me causing detrimental damage. I have three brothers, I do
not need any more.
Being noticed. Do you see me? Do you
notice when I straighten my hair just for you? Because let me tell
that takes so much time and effort and if it was up to me I would
totally leave it curly and call it a day. I don't need to wear this
much make up you say, but when I am around your ex Brittany all the
time I am at your house I can't help but wear it. I want her to know
I know I look better than her and can wear make up better than her.
She might have a decent body, but I can offer so much more to you
than what she ever did. I want her to know that, and maybe she does,
maybe shes threatened and that's why she doesn't speak to me, or
maybe you guys still fuck and she feels sorry for me, not wanting to
spill any secrets and so she doesn't talk.
I have never wanted to perfect the way
I look more than when I want you so bad I can taste it, and realize I
don't even look appetizing. I want to be thin and fit perfectly into
your arms. As it is I love the way my head fits in your lap and the
crook of your neck, but I want to look good holding your hand and in
holiday pictures with your family. I want to be someone who you can
twirl around and thank god I am yours. I don't want you to second
guess why you are with someone who looks like this, and I will fix
everything about me that I don't like because I will truly be
confident and can rest in knowing I've worked hard to be something
you should want to keep.
I know I am not an object up for
consumerism, but I want to be yours. I want you to tell me what to
do. I want you to guide me, control, hit me when I cross the line. I
want you to be comfortable in demanding things from me. I want to be
safe in the past and know that I can trust you to hurt me in the ways
I like. Bite me. Hard enough to leave a bruise and open wounds. I
want you to know what it feels like to have so much power that I
flinch when you raise your hand to wrap around my shoulders.
None of that sounds normal and I might
be glorifying domestic violence just a bit, but I am use to feeling
beaten down and ugly. I am use to bruises and being hurt. That's my
comfortable space, and everything about you is so uncomfortable and
foreign that I just want a little taste of the anger you hide deep
inside.
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