Don’t fall in love with someone like me. I will awaken and asphyxiate your inner most lust and desire. That little dark secret you keep to yourself. The one you hold so fucking tight that you would only let out if you feel completely and utterly comfortable with someone. The kind of fantasy you only tell your girlfriends about. I will take those little secret desires and magnify them so fucking much that you fall to your knees literally begging me for more. I will make you crave me every second I’m in your presence. I will kiss you and ravage you in every single public place you feel insecure. Openly make love to you where anyone can pass by and witness us. That deathly mix of sexual apettite and adrenaline. A true fuck you will never forget…
Then when we part ways, you will forever taste my blood in your mouth. You will never be able to visit those places again. I am and always will be the devil you crave. Your dark fucking weakness.

It’s crazy to think that someone could cause so much fucking debilitating pain for another. Just by disconnecting themselves unconsciously.
An already fragile human being that you love and would burn in hell a thousand time for, decides to remove themselves from you.
This is a very natural occurrence in all relationships. It has fueled men for centuries and crumbled empires. But why the fuck did it happen to mine?
Why did the person I fell so damn hard for decide they wanted out. Right when things were just starting to move in the direction you both longed for.
Maybe its the realization that you haven’t been yourself for some time due to shear fucking desire clouding your mind. Ya that’s right. You figured it out finally. But guess what, too fucking late.
The person you love every fucking inch of their body and have completely accepted their entire human soul into yours.
Their natural scent you yearn for. The way they snore next to you at night while you stay awake admiring them.
That person who defied your boundaries of physical attraction by falling in love with those imperfections about them you hated others for.
That instant dramatic increase in heart rate the moment they entered and that deep longing as they slowly exited.
I fucking hate this kind of love. This kind of love permanently scars you. It will sit and fester deep into your spine and eat away at you slowly.
It will become the ugly regretful scars you use to build the nails to your coffin. Yes that shit.
The itch you can’t fucking scratch and the limb you lost in war that always feels like it should exist.
Real, honest, unwavering love deserves a word so damn brutal that you can’t even consider speaking it unless you’re on your deathbed and earned the ability to let it roll off your tongue.
Fuck what poets say. You burned yourself in it. You poured the gasoline and let them light the match.
Now try to pick yourself up and carry on.