Don't ask me to stay. God don't ask me to. I'm not sure I can say No and I'm not the type of woman who makes a home out of boys without corrupting them. I'm not the kind woman who can sit still. I fidget a lot. My eye wonders even more. and I don't know if I still remember how to love a boy without breaking them. And God, you're beautiful. you're beautiful just the way you are and I know you want to teach me how to make a home. but no matter how many cakes I bake and casseroles I make you'll never be enough. because I have a never ending urge to love a lot more than people. Maybe if you come with me I'll try harder. Maybe if you give me a little space to leave, I'll come home to you. maybe, I can think of you as a place. As a station my train needs to pass through because if you make yourself a box to put me in I will burn you. I will claw at...
Nothing. Just what I write.