Anna Molly

I feel like we're in two different worlds sometimes. He has so much going on that I hear about at the end of the night. Sometimes I don't, unless I ask. Not that I'm complaining. I love the fact that he welcomes me in, but I wish that I was more apart of it. I wish he wondered what was going on in my world. Not that it could compare to his. I'm not exactly making huge decisions like he is, but we all need some attention every now and then. I guess I'm aching for his... and I think in a way it's getting on his nerves. Not that he's told me that though. I don't know blogger, I sometimes feel empty by the end of the night because I need his fuel. He gets me goin, ya know? He is a reason to wake up in the morning, but then the pile of my insecurities apear and I don't feel good enough.

"A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness, A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress, (distress)Wish you were here, I'm a wounded satellite, I need you now, put me back together, make me right"

EDIT.

We got off the phone and my eyes could not stop crying. Even now, I still feel like such an idiot. This is all my fault, I know...

"She's still in there but she's captive. Are you willing to go in there and find her?"

I know he's trying, I know he's pulling. I'm here and I feel it. God, please heal my wounds. I know he won't hurt me. I can trust him. I can love him and he'll love me back. He wants to hold me. God, please help me let go. Please let me come out.