I said this time would be different
I wanted him to feed my soul
Link our hearts using an IV
Circulate love and peace
He grew dependent
My love, his drug
He drained me
Left me
Starved
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The Fight of My Life
Tonight, like any other, the warehouse is full and excitement is high.There’s nothing like this energy–the energy of a crowd on fight night, especially one that is cheering in your favor. And yes, all these people are here for me, regardless of who they came for. They just don’t know it yet.
By Jennifer Davida day ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Sadly, this happens way too often. Loved your poem so much!
Splendid work! The painting was stunning too!
Very relatable. Everyone wants love and to be able to love but when it’s not returned it gets so draining. Very beauriful
Excellent imagery, loved how you used IV and circulate
Excelent take on the challenge, it is sad when this happens