I want to wrap myself into you and loose the world. It's as if I have been on the run mentally for longer then normal. There hasn't been any rest for us. and you are pulling me, pulling at me with a cold or flu or something that makes my throat ache and my head stuffy. My eyes so dry and sleepy.
I am loosing sight of what is meant as play and what is meant to hurt. The lines are blurring and I am not liking this side of me you show. I hate hate hate short tempers, and you are giving me short tempers and short fuses.
what do i do with this? what do I do? what am I learning here this short sided one eyed monster dear? Shall we untangle your scuffyness? or just love it because that is you? short haired scruffy tempered tiered you?
bark bark bark at me, distract me and stop me... what am i to stop for? what am I to look at here? I know you serve me a purpose, I want to love you you know that don't you. I want to love that you make me stop and look. even when i don't know what I am looking for or looking at.
xx