08.10.09
Sometimes he grasps my heart a little too hard. It feels like it's about to be wrenched out of my chest. And I'll look over and it will be beating away on the bed beside me. And my yearning becomes detached.
He knows he's got ahold of me and he likes to drag me along. Sometimes it's fun, but it mainly feels like skidding down a gravel road at full speed. I have no control. Sometimes I just wish he would reach in and steal my heart or puncture it so its no longer a part of me.
About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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