Realest shit I ever read. From Marya Hornbachers ‘Wasted’
Oh man this is going to end up being me as I age.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
There is a pain—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.
We had just woken up from an after sex nap. After I got up, I turned around to see her casually laying on the bed like a goddamn goddess.
Im a naughty dolly. The end.