The lights were too bright, I was blinded for a moment.
I had everything and I ruined it all.
I tried to create these moments and experiences that will bring us closer. I took you to places I’ve never gone, music events that were too expensive for my taste, did things I never considered, all in the hope to make our relationship special. But you are not special. We are not special.
When he did nothing it only prompted me to do more. Deep down I don’t even think I feel that much for him, but I need to prove something to myself. It doesn’t matter that he’s all wrong and we can never have a real future. I want to be convincing and I want him to be convinced. I want to know that I still have power, even if means no dignity.
We’re not having good conversations anymore. We’ve lost our connection.
I quietly slipped my hand across his torso. I held my breath and waited for his reaction. Nothing happened. “What do you want from me?” “Nothing. I think the drug is making me horny.” “If you want me to screw you, it’s not happening.”
conversationandvice: Beneath her breast, Blesséd feet. Stare, Soothe, Mend, Bare peace.