Machines. I don’t know that it’s possible not to hunt for or for your body to try to work without replacement parts. Nor am I sure the heart and mind ever fail to condone it
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i dont know what i was thinking when i made the decision to cut the ties with my former love for this new one because he had that charming british accent. i was okay and numb to it for weeks, but now i feel it slowly sinking in. i wake up in the morning feeling this deep void. missing him. this one i cannot be with. my love. haunting me like a ghost. im wrapped up in the arms of this new one, and i wake up almost thinking its my love. i have to be so careful not to say anything. the things i used to say to him. biting my tongue. carefully choosing my words around him. when we make love, i feel like i am training him like a dog, to do all of the tricks that my love used to do. its awkward, but getting better. i suppose. but still not the same. and that makes me miss what i had. what i was so used to. our love. these new smells and this new body im getting to know as hes getting to know mine, i wonder if i could be able to love it the way i did before. the way i did him. i wonder if i will be able to find another
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