segunda-feira, 25 de julho de 2011

"I want to sleep with you.
I don't mean have sex.
I mean sleep. Together.
Under the blankets. In
my bed. With my hand
on your chest. And your
arms around me. With
the window cracked.
So it's chilly and we
have to cuddle closer.
No talking.
Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.


I pretend that I'm happy everyday.
I feel alone all the time.
I touch the stars with my mind.
I worry when I don't think I'm good enough.
I cry when I'm confused, frustrated.
I am shy but courageous.