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It’s like getting my fix. It’s my life drug, the drug I choose. He is my addiction. I wait for the high. His body, his lips, his touch is the substance I can never resist. I feel good with him. Better than I could ever hope. Ever dream. His fingers against my skin, like fire. His lips on mine, on every inch, is a euphoria like none other. But with every high comes a low- a crash. When I’m without him, God, when he leaves my stomach drops, my head aches, my heart finds itself in ruins. When I can’t get my fix I feel like I could cry, die, sleep for a hundred years. I wait for my next opportunity, my next moment to indulge in him. Risk for him. Because everyone knows I’m not allowed to have him, Not supposed to long for him Indulge in him, lust for him. They tell me it’s not right, harmful for my mind and emotions. I don’t care. I tell no one, sneak and lie for him, for me. I am a thief, stealing what doesn’t belong to me, taking what isn’t mine, borrowing what I did not ask for, only to get my fix.
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May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
I'm Falling Apart In My Own Hands
It’s like getting my fix. It’s my life drug, the drug I choose. He is my addiction. I wait for the high. His body, his lips, his touch is the substance I can never resist. I feel good with him. Better than I could ever hope. Ever dream. His fingers against my skin, like fire. His lips on mine, on every inch, is a euphoria like none other. But with every high comes a low- a crash. When I’m without him, God, when he leaves my stomach drops, my head aches, my heart finds itself in ruins. When I can’t get my fix I feel like I could cry, die, sleep for a hundred years. I wait for my next opportunity, my next moment to indulge in him. Risk for him. Because everyone knows I’m not allowed to have him, Not supposed to long for him Indulge in him, lust for him. They tell me it’s not right, harmful for my mind and emotions. I don’t care. I tell no one, sneak and lie for him, for me. I am a thief, stealing what doesn’t belong to me, taking what isn’t mine, borrowing what I did not ask for, only to get my fix.
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May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
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