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Dark Cravings

Cravings.

Chocolate. Wine. Sex. A Joint. Cravings.

Ever crave a person? I mean truly ache for their spirit?

There are times when I crave my loved ones no longer with me, beit my grandmother’s hugs, the smell of her perfume, my aunts gentle touch while she shampoos my hair, my best friend’s nudge as we share an ice cream…all good.

Cravings.

But, then there are cravings of another kind. The kind you have that can disrupt your life. Stop it (life) in its tracks.

Dark Cravings.

Craving a person just for their presence… the slight touch of his hand, the soft kiss of his lips, the soothing sound of his voice, the smell of his skin, the look of euphoria in his eyes or just his regal stance from across the room.

Cravings.

I’m addicted to his presence like a newborn needing his mother’s norishment.

Withdrawals have begun. I hate that I can’t get him out of my system.

It’s too fucking painful loving someone who’s so unemotional. It’s too fucking painful loving someone who’s consistently rational that they’re too afraid to confront thier feelings. My brain doesn’t comprhend falling for someone who’s devoid of emotion.

Cravings.

How will this love last? Am I playing myself?

This love of mine has hurt and heartache written all over it!

He’s not an addiction I want to kick. But, I know I need to!

Thought I was addicted to love. Turns out, I’m addicted to him.

And, I love it!

Fuck!

Cravings!

—- N’cki Jaxon, @TheOnly1LadyJ

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