Neediness – the great divider
The killer of passion and respect
Text after text of unbridled love, after 8 pints of man company.
Sickly sweet and nauseous.
Sucks the life out of me, makes me panic, frantic words written in my journal creating a spell for safety.
Back off
Fuck off
Do one
Always one extreme to the other. Never somewhere in the middle. None of us ever learn.
We always want what we can’t have.
That is simply, life.