LavaLush
Favoured Frenzy
“I hate the person I become when I attach,” she said, wearing a bittersweet smile.
"Why" her friend asked.
“Because I almost go insane when I attach. It’s… it’s like the other person becomes my oxygen.
I cling to them as if I’ll die without them.
I attach like life is ending,” she said.
“But isn’t that a good thing? You give yourself completely,” her friend said, confused.
She looked away.
“You never know…” she whispered.
Dependence as a pulse
is not poetry.
It’s panic.
"Why" her friend asked.
“Because I almost go insane when I attach. It’s… it’s like the other person becomes my oxygen.
I cling to them as if I’ll die without them.
I attach like life is ending,” she said.
“But isn’t that a good thing? You give yourself completely,” her friend said, confused.
She looked away.
“You never know…” she whispered.
Dependence as a pulse
is not poetry.
It’s panic.
come try !