Don’t go…

I’ve been drunk for over a week now, I was hoping it’d sober me up enough to say all the things I need to say. All the things I should have said, while you were still here. But my throat still feels all chocked up. I can’t seem to get the words out. Every time…

“Nice guys”

Nice guys are assholes too… They are just polite about it 

Feels

I don’t like the way it feels. Your fingers against my skin makes it crawl. When you run your hands over my body, gently digging your nails into my soft supple shell, every touch reaching deep into my soul, exploring further than anyone ever has. Running through my fears and insecurities. It makes me cringe. …