taking a toll

make my heart sick

tight, tight, tight
the heat
so tight

conscientiously have to check breath
now out
now in
exhale

minuet tremors
keep steady voice
hands, mind the hands

that's not hunger
nor sickness
it's both
it's the craving for you

maybe it's

my lips

picture prefect

very neglected

red and waiting

Earth to the Moon

Endymion,

it is I who am earth bound and you of the stars.

"There is not one,

No, no, not one

But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid"

reblogging this because it's TOO appropriate

From the blog of Chris Brogan:

"If I don’t always tell you... know that you’re still in my head. I remember that laugh we had. I remember that great idea you shared with me... how far you’ve come, and... those times when we both lamented. I’m grateful for you. And I don’t get enough opportunity to tell you...[but] it’s [still] true.

Yes, friends.

my vice

white boys
I. LOVE. THEM.
in all different styles and flavors

tall and lithe, preferably
average and artistically talented will do too

either which way
the one I want/love wants nothing to do with me
haven't seen my former future husband in years (he's 1,000+ miles away)
and what I've got, well...it's to pass the time

*sigh*

Hopeless