Why can’t it be me to host the party for our friends? Why can’t I post a picture of us being silly sticking out our tongues antagonizing our fiends in a game of serenades? I want to see the buffet of party snacks lined up on the counter. I don’t mind cleaning up the mess. Why not me you bend over to kiss? Why not me to have my Jaci and Alexis over to play euchre? Why not me to embrace a supplemental gesture of affection or nice words? Why can’t it be me that you look forward to seeing? Why can’t it be me to feel your love? Am I so unworthy? AM I THE MOST WORTHLESS PERSON THAT YOU CANT EVEN BE NICE TO YOU?
Why can’t it be my hands that hold you? Why can’t it be me that you plan your next vacation with? Why can’t I be loved? Why can’t you hold me? I want the stupid crap. Call me crazy but I like snuggling up underneath the covers.