Love Junkie Latest Raw Page

Latest raw. Still chasing. Still bleeding into someone’s sheets and calling it home. Still writing love letters no one will answer except the next one who confuses my wounds for a welcome mat.

The raw isn’t poetry. It’s the text you type and delete seven times. It’s still wanting her after she called you "too much" — as if too much isn’t just another way of saying you loved at the same volume I fear. love junkie latest raw

But here’s the deep part no one tells you: The junkie isn’t chasing the high. The junkie is chasing the last moment before the high went bad. That one second where her hand was still on my chest and I hadn’t yet realized she was counting my ribs like exit signs. Latest raw