weekend

the weekends are ours

when we get drunk off each other and alcohol

(but the anxiety never stops..)

we play video games

laugh and cuddle

kiss and hug

tease each other and have cute fights over a playstation controller

the weekends are simply ours

that's when we're happiest and just simply us

and i'm growing again

to the person i once was

i'm getting tired of my piercings so i took three off

i pray to anything that exists for my hair to grow long again

(i'm terribly bad at patience)

and we're just happy, happy together

sleeping together is the best thing in the world

just holding him

and kissing his beautiful face

holding his hand

and feeling his warmth upon me

it's wonderful, perfect

(but the anxiety never stops..)

but i surely do wish i wasn't so afraid

so anxious and worried

even when i'm drunk of the alchohol, i can't put these thoughts away

but i don't care

because he makes me happy

he makes me, me

and i'll grow back to the person i once was

just like my hair

and all will be well

and the weekends will forever be ours