“Rough sex, but not in the trashy, cheap way you see in porn. I mean the animalistic, all consuming kind, like two people unraveling each other with poetic brutality, somewhere between violence and worship.”
You said you dont know what our parting makes me feel but it makes you feel heavy and drained
I’ve written this one for you
Our parting strikes me the same way Orpheus felt when he looked back
DDK
Because who said I can’t be loved in the midst of picking up some of my pieces? Not even down bad for shit, but I keep putting love on hold for what? Love is literally the only thing that’s guaranteed