for Ericka and Terence
There was a time when they thought all love was the same. Conditional. No matter if you were someone’s daughter, lover, or mother it was allotted at the same rate of equal devotion.
As it turns out it’s situational. Occasional, and definitely delicious. But like eating too many chips after a long night of drinking and drugging — you feel gross inside. You take a minute before dozing off and involuntarily think about all the people you’ve slept with — devoured intimacy with — to find out what the conditions were.
Born again virgins have it all right. Here me out for a second
Let’s face it, we were born to fuck. And if you and the person you have waited your entire life to marry and yet still can’t figure it out after a few good tries, then you should just kick that innate habit altogether.
My stomach grew mold from the way he looked and me