Neglonely
The abstract pain I am in
Is very fluid.
My eyes flood.
I urge to latch onto someone.
Quite selfish,
Stay with me whilst I hurt
The tempest sweeps my rational mind in waves,
I have no dreams to recall.
Last night, I don’t think I slept at all.
I don’t want affection.
I scream for adrenaline. A shot of adrenaline.
Instead, I have a bitter taste at the back of my throat
and heart palpitations.
You.
The taste of you.
The essence.
The whiff of what we had.
Maybe I am a simplistic sexual being.
Chemical reactions in my brain
Make me spiral downwards.
Very uncool.
A rational side of me strives to be single and give less of a fuck about giving literal fucks.
But then I get horny.