Mythic Bitch

I have so much love in my heart and every ounce of it weighs me down while also lifting me up. I’m in between. I’m stuck.

Ya’ll ever loved someone so much, and for so long, that even after a year and a half, you still want to call everyone new by an old name? It’s like every time I get close to someone, and I start feeling soft and good, that person’s name changes to yours. Because your name doesn’t mean you, it means that low close vulnerable feeling reserved for intimate connections. Every time I hold someone’s hand that I like, or purr like a kitten in someone’s lap, when I look at them I almost call them you. Stop haunting me, you already know that I love you.