I saw a long, lost friend today. Years, it has been, since he gazed and grazed upon my flesh. Years since the candy apple red stained him and I together. Long have I avoided him, long have I succeeded. But no longer. He kisses me with sharp tongue and promises of the end. Take me a little further, I do, know me a little better, I do, hold me just a little tighter, he whispers. And I do. Shamefully, I do.
Stained red at the bottom of the page.
I'm sorry it's all been so dark lately. Now it's just...angst. I feel like a ******* teenager again. I'm really ashamed of myself right now. I shouldn't be dredging up this old habit.