a white pill down the throat,all pain obliterated. a red substance afloat, Heart beat now syncopated. soft kiss on the lip,smile creeping on cheekWild sensation of butterflies and hope awaited. Just one gulp and lovevacated approaching my peak in this new addiction that's created One expected text and my soul deflated"You belong to me." He harshly dictated.

So my anxiety and I have what some people may call - a friends with benefits relationship. We have no love for each other, but she still just like, fucks with me sometimes, you know? We moved in together some years ago, we have inside jokes, like when I say I'm going to go talk to that person there, she's like, bitch please. My anxiety is the reason I didn't talk to you today, she is possessive...