dances with wolves

What do you want?

I want us. To go to bed with you every night. And i want to wake up next to you every morning. That's it. None of that other stuff really means that much to me.

*
"Startin to sound like you're comin around."

"I never left. Freak."

*
as i walked in i thought the room smelled kind of funny... it was cold... very cold... i layed down on the bed and surveyed my surroundings... got up after a little while to have a cigarette with an old acquittance... outside... amongst the small crowd that had gathered... she said, "i'm glad you're back; it's definitely a good thing"...

i smiled, "here's to stickin around"...

it was cold. i think i remember someone lighting a fire outback. everything is kind of hazy.

*
"when we do. i'm expecting a lot."
*

i went back into her room. layed down on the bed, next to her. ran my fingers along the bottom cusp of her sweater. making contact with her lower abdomen. i pulled myself up so my hips lay between her thighs. i kissed. and kissed. and kissed.

i was too enamored to sleep. i wrapped my arm around her and held on. like if i kept her close enough to me i wouldn't have to worry about her slipping away.

*
i layed on the bed intently watching her facial expressions as she was on the phone. smirks. and stone walls.

"he called me honey bunny"

my stomach turns into a sinking pit.

"i dont know what im doing, i'm an idiot"

really.

*
"there is where i would rather be"
*
hearts explode

this is how
lovers die

she ate my heart.
swallowed me whole.
digested my bones.
and even my soul.