You cheated lied and You flipped a switch. As if I had committed some unseemly act of betrayal or lie. I did none of these things. I think you just flipped a switch and went somewhere else in your head; and never came back.
" We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain things we can't.
Because the way you watch me when I undress and the way you hold me makes me feel like a goddess. And watching that goofy grin and laying in those strong arms will forever making me feel like I'm at home.