Sweet like honey on my lips… fingertips. I haven’t cared enough to try in a very long time. Haven’t wanted to invest the time or energy into something as I do this. If ever, its now. When things come together seamlessly; it’s like we’ve known each other under these covers since long before our lips touched. Even when other things are coming apart and falling down, I’ve been able to have faith in sometime a little bit more… Decadent lover, wrap me up in cotton wool. You say the sweetest things. “I’m sorry your parents are retards.” A thousand times better than anything else. I’m a pill, a pain, and a hopeless romantic. Being appreciated is an odd sensation. Having someone see potential is comforting. Patience is a virtue which I’ve lacked with most people in my life. I’m sorry, I don’t have time for your dribble and petty nonsensical psychobabble, good day. But I could wait for a while for you. I’d even learn how to cook steak…. Gross. True story.