No pressure, No diamonds.

But damn. Stop trying to bait and hook in “fish” that have already been caught and claimed for the sake of your bruised ego. A fresh new catch of the day? For each and every day? Only to rot and accumulate in that ever growing chum bucket of yours?

Geezus. Calm those whoremones of yours. 

Simple Words. Simple phrases laced with hope that mend my crippled dreams back to life once more. Shuddering with each intake of your words that seem to be made of distilled sunshine. I take it in and swallow desperately; ignoring the burning sensations that seem to sear my esophagus raw as your words travel its way down to my empty stomach, past my empty heart. I sit waiting for your warmth to engulf me, for the old feelings to consume and take root in my mind once more. It doesn’t take long, not when my body has become so accustomed to respond so readily. So accustomed to you. In a matter of seconds your words seep into my bloodstream. My heart beating every syllable, every sweet line in such perfect time, it almost feels like second nature. It almost feels real and every bit vital. And in those spare moments I feel alleviated. In those spare moments I feel so heartbreakingly happy, that the foolish tears spill over once more. I feel the sickening euphoria wash over me as I stumble blindly back into your arms. Arms that my heart and my mind have so reassuringly defined as “comfort” as “safe” as “home”.  My hearts liking and longing for you Ever So Clear. Warm tingles, smiles miles wide, the buzz: strong. The verbal exchange that you provide me with parallel to the now warm beverage that sits half-empty on the cold countertop. Give me 80% of you? 90% more? No matter, love. It’s no longer proof enough to kill the bitterness and hurt inside.