Pink Thoughts

06-04
Rain doesn't soak through your jacket.
An impersonation of you reminds me that you still exist. Our last meeting seemed so promising, but it stings that you only find me when you need me. I hoped for more.
Even if your body tells otherwise; it, you, me, infinity.
I'm tired. I envy your fearlessness.

08-02
I would like your little face in my hands.

16-12
I ask you to try. You use a keyboard instead.
We have not spoken in a while, but that is ok.
I know understand how easy it is to lose interest in something that is offered so readily.
I want to see you grow, not stagnate.
So I look the other way.
I'll be back soon. I always come back.