Miss,

You’re like a snack-pack to me in my head. I want to eat all of you!

To clear my head of a few hesitations, I want YOU to know that just thinking of you always has me licking my lips. 

I’d love to feel comforted without feeling I’m going to be pummeled into the ground. 

It’s totally my fault, sure but I tend to absorb the insecurities of those I work with, those that work for me, family and everybody else I know. 

I’m afraid to be honest. I’m afraid to favor, like and/or love individuals. Even they who get paid to support me, pitch a fkn fit if, and when I express affection towards biceps, tri’s and abs if they’re not theirs. 

If/ when I’m reluctant to mutter the L word, please stay by me. Please try holding my hand. Tell me it will be okay. I’d legit go through all this shit over again if I could get through it without waking up from a cold sleep with nightmares that I see all day long of them crying, overreacting, denying services, milking my insurance and so much more. Thanks for listening. 

I want to snuggle with you on that couch!  You can play with the puppy, too.  I’m tired of living in fear and I want you to know, I want you. I want your body. I want to marry a queen. I want to put you in charge of my output, the household, my care, and I want you to stand up for the mutual respect, affection, responsibility, showering and bed times. You’re ok with making bank riiight!?

I look forward to kissing your forehead, your lips and your fingerstips! 🎶

Ok. It’s 6:34 on Friday night and I’m tucked in, ready to chillax. I want to spell a few things out to clearly clarify any misconceptions. Thanks!

Music on.. 🎼 ok, my crazy ass writing is out of place, ain’t it?

I’d relate to that description if I could hear ya. I make up drama to get away from the made up drama I hit pause on. I tease. I don’t believe things that aren’t written out clearly cause they’re always trying to catch me. Text me. You’ll never best me. I’m sorry I called you a b!tch, btc. My bitcoin will probably ruin me if I continue to mask my dodging as jumping in the club. Dumping chugs. Allocate dollars to cc me. 

Hahaha, stop. I mop these melted pops uncle in trunk-get-in. I will win if you can’t. 

And next time I can’t see you doing all kinds of things for me, ask me if I’m as terrified as I appear to be.   Thanks!