C'mon make it easy. Say I never mattered.

When you're not getting the amount of sex you really want

There was this girl. And let me tell you, this girl she was sunshine. Burning the ground beneath your barefeet, light radiating from the very pores of her skin, bright, beautiful, sunshine.   I think I loved her.   She brought warmth to my fingers and toes (she teased me for having extremities that were perpetually cold). Laughed when I told her to fuck off. Held my hand through museums. Never once teased me for pulling her into the night to look at the moon. I swear to god she kissed me like she wanted to make flowers bloom between my lips and   I think I loved this idea of her.   The one where I walk out of the house and into a storm, door slammed behind me, and she comes running out in wet socks and soaked hair, begging me to stay the night. The one where she never makes me feel anything but Amazing, and certainly not Just Human. The one where she is always a personification of sunshine, and not someone with imperfections sometimes too dark to gloss with metaphor.    But this was a love poem, wasn’t it? And so it must go that   There was this girl. She was sunshine. I was lukewarm water. Any warmth of my own I gave her left me feeling ice cold. I know she loved me. But water evaporates in the sun and I couldn’t change my chemistry.

so uhhh

i despise you and your political philosophy and also your blog is terrible?

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life. - yet unknown writer