THINKING ABOUT BREAKING UP- why is it so damn hard???

Inspired by Nick Cernera

You miss her. That bitch. You miss her, when she is gone. You close your eyes, you hear a song, you smell something that brings her to your mind immediately. You can practically feel her connection to you, wrapping herself around you, draped around your body in all her sexy nakedness and pheromones. She is within you. Holding you, lovingly but also its too much. In a scary way she holds you so strongly you can’t even break out of it. She suffocates you! Your mind. Your body. Your reasoning. Your logic. You shake your head, clear your brain, and think to yourself I can’t go back to her, it does not serve me.

But, she visits you again for real. And when she is truly in your presence you are so fucked. Because you know it’s going to feel so damn good to kiss her lips. Her wet tongue inside yours. Your spit exchanges in the most sexist of ways. It’s voluptuous and erotic the connection. Your bodies pressed up on each other with heat rising into a primal animalistic attraction where the outside world goes away and the most present numbing experience envelopes both of you. OMG its so fucking hot I’m seriously getting wet just writing about it! The energy is so high, the bond so deep- explosions are about to pop off everywhere until a drained exhausted sweat takes over. An emptiness. A loneliness. A hollow place where all that fire burned through.

And then, there is nothing again, there is only room for shame.

Sugar

Whiskey

Heroin

Flour

Opioids

Facebook

Cocaine

Tequila

Butter

Crack

Wine

Crystal

Cigarettes

Meaningless Sex

Instagram

Meth

Adderall

Xanax

Baileys