Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.
You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t
Marcy Playground - Sex & Candy
How important is breakfast for you? It’s the most important meal of the day but I never actually eat breakfast unless it’s the weekend or I’m on a brunch date. I tend to walk out of the house with an iced coffee and some fruit for the awesome 1-hr long commute in LA traffic but other than that, it’s not much of a substantial meal to start my day.
And sometimes its unbearable. I retain this sadness that sinks my stomach to the bottom of wherever that saying goes.But that’s just it, my sadness, it keeps sinking.I’m not sure how or where its going, but i can feel.I know it’s sinking because it weighs me down.The more I’m with you the more my feet drag.Those weights, that now seem to be weights on my ankles, almost keep me from moving. The sadness.It keeps me from moving.Moving forward in emotion.I get stuck.Because i only want to be around you.But you make me so happy that I’m sad again.I get stuck, you see.But keeping a distance from you makes me shake.Shaking with fear of how i don’t want to like you.I can’t anything.I can’t reach.I can’t touch.I can’t say the things i wish to say.I’m always reaching for you.I reach harder the more i see you, the more i know you.I wonder if you’ve ever wanted to reach for me.You can’t, i know you can’t.I want to react to what is going on inside me.Grab you and kiss you once.One time, and I’ll never reach again.That’s my reach.I see you reach, i hear you reach, but only briefly.Muttered or subtle.Never repeated again, and i know that’s okay.Which is what is weighing me down.Knowing you can’t, knowing my feelings are unjust.
More.The more i’m with you.More of everything is all i need.More something.More sanity.
I might reach soon.I might physically “reach” soon.
Because sometimes it’s unbearable