Sofa King We Tod Ed

Slip quietly away, no one has to hear. Wanting to stop the dripping faucet, sounding like a faint heartbeat. Feeling fear strike me on the stairs-never coming back-he is never coming back again. Wanting to crawl into a fetal position and cry. Wanting all the truths to come out and maybe all this guilt will stop...if I tell about everything. Stop lying, be open, don't start and stop-speak it. Unpack the baggage, quit trying to control, lose it.
Cry, laugh, scream, lose control...
Sex propagates emotions, need sleep, scared to fall, watching the Earth swallow you up..if only it were that simple, but nothing is EVER simple. Grow Up....changes.