i want a sexy bodyguard that is fun to sleep with and is in love with me and adores me and he’s my husband

it’s my birthday and my heart is heavy

you promised. i picked out lingerie, i wore my chanel, i poured myself into you. your hands forceful, your voice soft, “i’ll be thinking about you all week” … she knocked at your back door, already holding a key. i sat on your front porch, unaware that nobody was home

i would have been anything you wanted and more

i’ve had enough rejection therapy,

i would like to be loved and adored now.

watching the snow fall while the baby sleeps. dreary, heavy skies against pink blossoms trying to push into spring.. “are you with the baby, baby ?” his voice rings inside me. i wonder what he’s doing now. his birthday in a few days. thinking of last year, he was callous all day, i tried to love him, he fucked me while i did the dishes then left me waiting by the cake

catholic school and crosses, the blood of christ stuck to the roof of my mouth

just a beautiful girl cursed with the rage of her father