Mother of cats, I feel like Khaleesi
My head and my heart are in a bedroom with blue walls I'm trying not to be impatient I'm trying to be careful and fair and slow And I'm failing miserably We talked about abu yusef (abusive, he is cheesy funny and I adore it) relationships I'm glad we talk But I'm also happy that we do more than talk I feel like I have a way of over analyzing everything into oblivion but he seems to be rolling with the hurricane of punches that is my courtship It's so different and alien to not be censored in any way Yesterday I felt like we picked at open wounds and tried to clean them I wonder if he knows it's intense for me too I'm going to cut my hair and miss my new cat daughters And ache for him today |