It was an online fling and I’d do it again live and learn
Discussion
Two years in the making
He took me to places only my former acid trips did take
He ghosts me to watch me burn 🔥 only this time I rise as the black sun full of infernal flames
Dirt is dirty
Experience cannot be bought or sold
Lessons can never be unlearned
Now two points exist in perpetual dissonance and disturbance creating friction and heat and I won’t forgive or forget I’ll use the fire as fuel because I have no energy to pretend like nothing happened
He creeps in Facebook and lurks elsewhere waiting for the right moment to puncture my state of bliss because emotional manipulation is the name of the game
Little does he know that I’m actually a stoic and not an empath