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Apr. 3rd, 2005 11:56 pmI want to go to Cooksfield with Beth. Fuck the odds; I want to go. I shared my world with her.
I want to see hers.
I don't want to wait for some "to-be-determined" date, dammit.
But it has to be Beth's thing. Can't force something like that.
Beth. Elizabeth. Does she have a middle name? How come I never asked: because I've been too fucking consumed by the green of her eyes, the smile at the corner of her lips, the little crease in her forehead, the softness of her hand touching my skin or her mouth against mine? Maybe I never asked because I don't have one, a middle name, and if I don't then no one else gets one.
Nah. I never asked because it wasn't time to ask then.
But I'll do it now... as soon as she's awake. I like to watch Beth sleep; there's something so damn fulfilling about it. To know that she can rest so easy with me by her side. Hell, maybe it's in spite of me being by her side but my ego likes to think it's the first way.
Love you, Beth. Elizabeth. You make my heart fly.
I want to see hers.
I don't want to wait for some "to-be-determined" date, dammit.
But it has to be Beth's thing. Can't force something like that.
Beth. Elizabeth. Does she have a middle name? How come I never asked: because I've been too fucking consumed by the green of her eyes, the smile at the corner of her lips, the little crease in her forehead, the softness of her hand touching my skin or her mouth against mine? Maybe I never asked because I don't have one, a middle name, and if I don't then no one else gets one.
Nah. I never asked because it wasn't time to ask then.
But I'll do it now... as soon as she's awake. I like to watch Beth sleep; there's something so damn fulfilling about it. To know that she can rest so easy with me by her side. Hell, maybe it's in spite of me being by her side but my ego likes to think it's the first way.
Love you, Beth. Elizabeth. You make my heart fly.
