Monica Bielanko
That's What She Said
Just A Junk Drawer Dream
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Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.

I longed to dominate your thoughts. But you never thought. About me. I would drift off to sleep willing you to discover your love for me. But you never did. And now. I wonder if all my longing for you was only because I couldn't have you. If you had longed for me to long for you... I wouldn't have thought. About you. At all. Such is life.