Marie, Shorty, Leaf Pedal and Miss Belief,
My eyes are open.  Vacuum cleaners running while I watch your lips move, get me clipping the tip of your nose with metaphorical anaylisis.  I’m in my lane ACTING thug.  I feel like I’m in a fish tank only ever hearing taps on the glass when they’re mad at me or in disbelief.  That has got to change!
Yes, I’m still notably the best at withstanding hurricanes, tidal waves and droughts.  I wish you would have crowned me noticed, seen, engaged and believed.  You wear a ring now, “Hmmm, one more article of clothing to take off.”

I was thinking about YOU hard last night.  I was thinkinggg..  Send me a pic of your face.  Something, anything, I’d love to retrace my steps of rebuilding myself if I could, to do an even better job at making you feel loved.  Add some fuel to the fire.  Tell me you care 4 me.