The warmth of a fucked up skin

She can’t tell if it’s the void feeling inside her that makes her feel this cold. She’s longing for warmth. She’s longing for something genuine. But when these things are already in front of her, embracing her, kissing her, she would long for freedom. She would long for some time alone.

She is so fucked up sometimes she unconsiously drags people down to the pithole where she’s headed to. She doesn’t know why she can't learn how to stop, she doesn’t know how to commit, she doesn’t know how to have faith. She is so fucked up sometimes all she wants to do is to slit her wrist and watch the blood flow out the veins.

A few days ago she was in bed with this woman she likes. That feisty yet delicate woman who just confessed that it was her first time with another woman. Ladies and gentlemen, she is yet again on the brink of fucking someone else’s life.