Sunday, March 30, 2008

wait, they don't love you like i love you.

I can't possibly be the only person who hates maps this much. Geography is a study, not an act of God... right? Every time I love something, it ends up hundreds of miles away.

New Jersey's kept captive the only girl I never want to punch in the uterus, and Texas has taken claim of the only person I've ever looked up to.

I'm so scared that you're going to fly away from me.
I want to take care of you when you're down and spend time with you when you're up. I want to hold you and curl in to you and touch every inch of you againandagainandagain. I want to wake up to browneyes and fall asleep against scruffyjaw. I need your chest against mine and for you to beat along with my heart.

I've never, ever needed someone.

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