A cold shoulder followed by a "come fuck me" gaze leaves me ambivalent to either possibility — a confused mess caught between two opposing forces, with an inevitable collision pending...
Derogatory thoughts lead to pleasurable actions...
A band-aid approach has never felt so inviting until this very moment...
Telepathic thoughts so strong, you could almost find our frequency on a radio dial.. FM.
A lustrous marriage of thoughts, creating a poisonous mixture...
Slowly, but certainly, surely...
If not now, then in the tomorrow that today is slowly becoming...
About the Creator
Armand Slayer
Since fifteen, writing has been my quiet companion. Words, to me, preserve fleeting moments, question certainty, and reveal what often goes unspoken. Every sentence is a journey into memory, emotion, and what it means to be human.
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