Sex / Life

Broken up

I bled out in my bed My veins ran dry under those sheets The white turning red Grey, the colour of my skin

We talked

We talked to fill with sound the void of our silence
And we didn’t say anything

We were overdue
By eight years
Eight months
Nineteen days
Eleven hours

Life’s irony

Love hurts, I know. Life is ironic. But you either get laughed at or laugh along with it. You make your choice. You can’t close yourself to love because of the fear of being hurt.

Everybody hurts, everybody dies. Love them while they are here and good to you. Hate them when they…

Stupid memories

I woke up in the middle of the night with my fiancé’s cough. I couldn’t go back to sleep until almost an hour later. Then I had this weird nightmare about our fucked up past. When her alarm rang the next morning, and she snoozed it for the usual 3 times before she finally turned it off, I was mad. It was a…

The decision

“We have to talk.”

Exactly two years ago, in a cold and gray September 19th morning, I turned to her and said those words. Three hours later, after crying, cuddling, shouting and arguing, she left the flat we shared until that day. I had broken up with my girlfriend, the longest…

Stains

My bed was our temple. There we worshiped our bodies, made human sacrifices from each others flesh, closed our eyes and prayed to come at the same time. We laughed, cried, sweat and bled, and locked ourselves through those gray winter days. We were safe in there.

Why me?

There comes a time when you just say “this is it.” You break up with your girlfriend or boyfriend, quit your job, stop smoking or decide to leave behind your unhealthy habits and start working out. Yeah, I’ve been in most of those scenarios. But this one time, the “this is it” came together with an “I’m fucked.”…

Engagement

Not everyone, but some people cries when they get engaged. I did. It was very emotional. I was all shaky and the script I wrote on the bus…