He held me in his arms and it was all alright... He made me laugh and made me feel it was alright when i cried. He was him and i was me. for the first time ever with someone i have liked.
"well i want you to notice
to notice when i'm not around
and i know that your eyes see straight through me
and speak to me without a sound"
staind-zoe jane
and you showed me that i could be me without being afraid and i could live life without turning to look back anymore. that it was alright to feel like that, that i wasn't wrong to abort my unborn child. you restored faith in me, seeing how completely you love your little girl, how unconditional that love is.
so it's all a bit different. it's all changed slightly... it's all about the fucked nights in, pyjamas and hot chocolate (with extra brandy, obviously). high class. perhaps not...
i woke up and i was in his arms. it was the best feeling in the world.
cups of tea in bed, laughter and tears. kiss me baby, and show me how much better it can get.
i'm ok. i'm getting there.
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