A Collection of Spectacles


I remember when you talked about the value of life after your friend passed away, and I hope all you said then still resonates when you are up late and alone.

I should run away from the comfort I get when I feel like you possess me, for the betterment of us both.

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I got so high yesterday that I started zoning out during work and my client complained. I didn’t want to force myself to be a regular person today. Three seconds out the state and I’m already planning to have you in my bed. I’m not supposed to say things like that though, although I think you think about it too from time to time. All these compliments, and I still only want your attention.

A few days ago we were stuck while I exhausted all my social networks in order to try get us home. Forced cosplay as a mother, I tried to hide my fear and uncertainty. I feel more dutiful as I age, and less like I can complain about the world if I won’t do anything about it. Your humor throughout proved to be invaluable, guidance and comfort cradling me.

I’ll wait for you even though I know I don’t have to. All I think about is your mouth parted, tongue grazing mine. A thought of discomfort with almost anyone else transforms into a moment I’ll covet.

There’s a scene in Secretary that really impressed upon me as a teen, the one where Lee waits for her boss/lover in a chair as a test of her love for him. She waits for so long she wets herself in her dress, and he finds something beautiful in her willingness to show obedience to him.


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After drinking our daily pint, I became an arrogant bitch. Then I cried on and off throughout the day thinking about all the needles I shoved in your side. I hope more than anything that I haven’t shut the door on you, unclothed and emotionally open. I want to sit in your brain and touch anything you’ll let me. To be trapped in that wondrous maze forever would be an honor.

The last guy wouldn’t kiss me because he wasn’t attracted enough to me, so now the act just makes me uncomfortable, even when I want it. I flip my phone front screen facing down out of habit after having had too many fights over who was saying what to me. I can’t always cum because sometimes I dissociate which is frustrating because fucking you is like a dream. Here’s the part when I unfairly drop you in a field full of trauma and my poor decisions. It’s hard to feel like I’m in competition with everyone else to get to know you. I want to be held bare (what a new feeling) and I’ll write a thousand posts to prove it.

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