//my dark confession//

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i was never contented about anything

like when i eat something i crave, i couldn't be sated. i want more.

i don't just want a single thing. i want two of them. or three. or even more.

i don't want an hour with you. i want two. i want the entire day. or week. or even my whole damn life.

i know it's greedy. it could turn darker and morbid. like when i had an access from those deep parts of you, i want to hoard as much as i can.

i clawed deeper. getting more intrusive.

like when i had a piece of your soul. i want more. and more. until you have nothing left for somebody who'd be next to me.

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