no escaping gravity
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004 06:21 amI lust to be pivotal. To be essential.
Take me. I crave being needed, I am desperate to be shown that I am necessary. Care for me so fervently you can't imagine wanting without me.
When you wake up in the night and I am not there, your breath should catch in your throat and hold you prisoner to the flurry of adrenaline — if she has left, I will go after her. I'll bring her back.
I have heard that this is not sane, this is not normal. But if I cannot breathe your exhalations, feel your chest rise and fall and know the pulse of my heart is in unison with yours, I would rather not breathe at all.
Take me. I crave being needed, I am desperate to be shown that I am necessary. Care for me so fervently you can't imagine wanting without me.
When you wake up in the night and I am not there, your breath should catch in your throat and hold you prisoner to the flurry of adrenaline — if she has left, I will go after her. I'll bring her back.
I have heard that this is not sane, this is not normal. But if I cannot breathe your exhalations, feel your chest rise and fall and know the pulse of my heart is in unison with yours, I would rather not breathe at all.