Welcome to my own corner of the world.
And on nights like this when i send my lover to sleep with worry in his head i wonder why he wound up with me.
Why this perfect, loving man, ended up with the mess that has shaped into my being.
His arms could suit any princess, his lips please the ears of any maiden or damsel he should please and yet he chooses me.
Day, after day, after day. He chooses me.
He chooses the emotional wreck i am some nights over a calmer woman, and the bubbling anger inside me over peace
I just dont understand in these moments. When its a new day and yet i feel no fear of his departure for another. He’ll keep choosing me no matter what i seem to do, be it good or bad or unintentional.