This is so infectious
and
disgusting.
My lust becomes nothing more than a
puddle,
and you become nothing more than a
leech.
With every drop,
this mastication leaves me feeling so
incomplete
yet
engrossed.
My body becomes a walk in for your
aromanticism,
but
The leech is never
full,
it is never
satisfied,
or
appreciative.
Instead,
This leech is
greedy
over the
consumption
of my
solitude.
Tho,
despite all the
begging
or the
crying,
I still feed into all the
lies
and
desperation
because the younger optimist I used to be would have love to become the representation of
joy
and
freedom
or live with
satisfaction
as the
leech
would hopefully be nothing more
than a puddle,
and I would be nothing more
than a person.
Jaydah R
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC
This is so infectious
and
disgusting.
My lust becomes nothing more than a
puddle,
and you become nothing more than a
leech.
With every drop,
this mastication leaves me feeling so
incomplete
yet
engrossed.
My body becomes a walk in for your
aromanticism,
but
The leech is never
full,
it is never
satisfied,
or
appreciative.
Instead,
This leech is
greedy
over the
consumption
of my
solitude.
Tho,
despite all the
begging
or the
crying,
I still feed into all the
lies
and
desperation
because the younger optimist I used to be would have love to become the representation of
joy
and
freedom
or live with
satisfaction
as the
leech
would hopefully be nothing more
than a puddle,
and I would be nothing more
than a person.
Jaydah R
My first writing piece on here :)
I wrote this in hopes to get my feelings across. "The consumption of a leech" is based on being used by another (the leech) for a ****** desire or pleasure. The intention was to show the emotional toll created by a one-sided feeling. As sick as it is to feel used in any way, it can also feel very addicting for many reasons. Whether it be to heal something or the desire to even feel something, it can leave a person in a very uncertain spot mentally.
In this writing piece, I leaned more towards giving into the “leech” because of a desperation aspect. There was a hope that maybe someday that person would change, as the “leech” would no longer be a leech, but just a puddle. And the person being consumed by this leech would no longer feel detached from themselves but allow themselves to feel like a person as it would fulfil a childhood desire.
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