it maybe summer time but it still feels cold like the prairies winter
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Etta James - Etta james I'd Rather Go Blind
in the summer time my hand hesitated over the only thing that would connect me to you, i missed you. a lot.
i played with the idea of making love to you over and over and over again.
it really wasn’t love.
i wanted to tear the flesh off your bones
destroy you in the sheets running only on rage
feel your sweat on my bones. fuck.
i sleep with 102 pillows so the empty space beside me won’t remind me how utterly alone i am.
i feel so useless
i really thought summer time was when you’re supposed to be happy and care free. why is it that whenever summer roles around I want to disappear?
