Using your name seems like a violation, speaking is a burden and sleeping is crucial. Living on dreadful sleeps, dried tears and heartache. Falling a mile a minute in both directions. To the person who stole my daydreams and the one who kissed me goodnight. It's like the illustrator forgot to draw the rest of our scene.
There's an association between last conversations and death, but what about the conversations, before love does a 360? When the kisses felt everlasting and every word from his mouth was an addiction. When the sparks explained in romance movies were visible and waking up wasn't such a tragedy.
I'm relapsing into another heartbreak. Your body felt like nicotine and kisses from you, were ecstasy. But you left me without notice and forgot me like it was nothing. When you think of me, you remember our last conversation. When I think of you, I feel symptoms of withdrawal. So here's to being sober... Sober from love.
Autumn T
Diabolical Dealing
Charlene Lind found herself at the home of her therapist, Dr. Alexandra Vech, who she had been seeing for a week. What was supposed to be a session ended up becoming a desperate plea of help from Charlene as she was suddenly losing consciousness. She was cognizant enough to know that she had only a minute left until she would be out like a light.
By Clyde E. Dawkins6 days ago in Fiction
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