Stuck on You in My Fucking Feelings

  • Aug. 8, 2018, 3:25 a.m.
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Here I am, aching for you again. Every night is the same. I should just disappear a while. Let you be. Until one day you have the courage to again approach me. It is so very hard to do.

For the other boys, the games have just begun. While I sometimes enjoy the attention, it is tiresome to know none of them are the one . they dance around, flaunt to impress. They say sweet things and try to win my heart.

My heart is stuck on you. So crazy I am. Keep wanting something long gone that I never really had. I dont need a husband, though I desire one still. I want more kids and a family, my heart to fill.

I’m letting my Lord mold me. Hes putting all the pieces back. Just the shape he intended but my mind wont seem to move. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck on you. I try to focus on other things, but every day I’m missing you. Come free me love, come let me be a real friend to you. I promise this really is something I can do.

Stuck on you.
Stuck on you.

A skipping record in my head.
How I wish you knew
How I always felt about you.

Nothing I can do.
Rest.
And maybe dream of you too.


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