Addicted to you

I have never said it before, because I never felt the urge to write so much about you. It’s 1 AM, quarantined at my home office, feeling sleepy. So I lit a cigarette and kept staring at the wall – a portray of yours that i have recently made. Somewhere in my brain it kept telling to close my fucking eyes and forget about you. But the more i tried to do that, the more your memories kept unfolding. So I took a pen and felt this urge to write about you. But I’m hating every second of this because I know I should be either working on another project or sit sleeping but I just can’t sleep yet not until I finish writing just to silence this gnawing insanity in me. Yes, believe me, that’s how I will love you —compelled, possessed, warranted.

I will love you like the way I love porn. After watching almost all of the Naughty American Clips, I never had enough of watching porn and I think there will never be a time when I’ll truly have enough of it. That’s how I will love you — enchained, entangled, enslaved by the love I have for you.