Lovesick
What’s happening now is an undoing. It’s a ripping open of these scars, and an outpouring of love. It’s burning like molten lava as it leaves my body. It’s feeling bare and exposed. It makes me want to vomit
Friends to Lovers
I shy away from talking about my marriage and my love life too much; atleast I feel like I do. Depending on who is on the other side of the conversation. It feels embarrassing. It feels like others might mock me. How could she really have such a respectful and loving marriage? Do those exist? And with a man? Where did she find him?