November 21, 2011

I hope he isn't hurt when days go by & I have sent something that bitches love because I'm preoccupied with something else.

I hope he understands that my attention is consistently at a deficite & he should appriciate the time we share & not crave but enjoy... just a tad... the time we don't.

I hope that he grows richer in confidence when I pay him in mind & doesn't take it as clingy.

I hope he takes pride in his appearance & if not, does not see me as shallow when I attempt to embellish.

I hope he can make my cheeks sore from all the smiles & my belly ache from all the laughter.

I hope he respects my wishes, morals & mind.

"And when I open my eyes I found myself standing before a mirror

Staring into the eyes of an invisible man until my pupils became pupils

And I could teach myself to live a better life."

Gets me every time.