The thought of my lips touching your skin for the first time brings me to my knees. I never understood how the thought of being with someone could be so compelling, until I imagined how blissful it would be to have you in my arms right this second.
why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.
one of those nights.
so clean sheets, popsicle, my new candle, music and maybe a movie it is.
I’ll study my EKG waves flashcards in the morning at work.