Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
She’s not cold hearted, she’s just tired of getting fucked over.
A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling
My grandmother told me
to never start my sentences with “I”.
It makes you sound
I think I do it in spite of her.
I think selfishness
is a learned trait that so many
young girls haven’t quite accepted.
I am selfish because I want
more than a lackluster love;
I want more than
a half-baked career.
I am my grandmother’s
I think she knows it.
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.