the depths of my despair

Buffer

Sex was a very good buffer.
Sex all night with K was what my body craved
a single touch of his lips drove my body crazy.
Sex is what i did instead of doing drugs like P
Instead i stayed home and spread my legs for him.
You have to know that i was a thief for anything that filled the emptiness growing in my chest.
every time i saw her drink
You have to know i was never like this.
But i did it to myself.
It's a feeling you get when you think of someone touching you in the spots you know all too well.
It's the feeling you get when he put his lips on your neck and your hands in his hair.
It's the feeling in your legs when they stiffen for the best.
You have to know it was a good buffer for my emotions
Something else to drown out the pain
Something to fill myself with
Something to have.
The sex was my therapy.