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.

I AM 27 AND I AM HAVING AN ART-RELATED CRISIS

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