A friend in deed

“Thank you for reminding me not to kill myself today” she said, attempting to dry up the mascara smudged eyes.
Her friend grimaces, ‘Yeah, it’d be a waste of a beautiful day”
There are many jests that soften the pains that reality claws into ones life.

I confess…

I confess to sins of the flesh, to stolen realities, to murder, to betrayal of my own soul, i confess you did not enhance the value of my life, rather devaluating my humanity. I confess i love you. I lust after the intimate moments of being wrapped in undiluted passion. I confess . . . That I’m hopelessly helplessly miserably addicted to doses of you that contaminate my life. . . I confess, being in love with you is the worst type of hang over.