It’s you that’s my addiction
But I don’t remember how it became so
The way your grey eyes
Seem to rest on me
And the way
I always seem to love your name
As it rolls off my tongue
How I love to talk about you
To anyone that may be listening
I wonder if those ears
Ever hear the meaning behind my words
Ever sense
How unsettled I am
Thinking about you
and my addiction.
I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.
— Jeanette Winterson
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don’t know whether you just write from the heart or from experience. whatever the case, it couldn’t have sounded more familiar.