How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.
Do you like to give oral sex?
Depends on if you’re going to return the favor
Before I started dating my boyfriend he was fucking this girl he met off of Plenty of Fish and a few weeks ago she messaged me telling me he was cheating on me and as I was confronting him he started crying and as I held him he said, “I don’t want to lose you, I can’t believe I might lose you…. All because of some crazy bitch I met on Plenty of Fish” and even as emotionally drained as I was I let out a hardy, full bellied laugh because who the fuck uses Plenty of Fish to meet people except crazy bitches?