Sometimes I just want to cry. Do you feel that way? Like everything is okay and you are living and life is moving but you just want to cry. You’re not even that sad. I keep waiting for the man to walk into my life and peel back the layers. My heart is an onion, there are a million layers and it’s not even sweet on the inside. But I keep hoping that one day a man will come in and peel, and peel and peel, hoping that he will find the center. Even though it’s bitter. Even though it’s scarred with little girl hurts and suppressed memories. I hope that man comes in soon. And I hope he walks into my life in a book store and offers to buy the James Patterson book that I’m reading for the thirteenth time. I hope he buys me a cup of tea and asks me how he can make my eyes sparkle, because he refuses to believe that they have always been sad.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Mar 2014 01:28:07 +0000
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