Requiem for a late night text… (Patreon)

You ever know your heart is gonna be crushed but you go ahead anyway? What kind of foolishness causes that dopey decision to let it seep in and seem like a good idea?

I want it. Even though I know it’ll bite. Even though I know I’ll bleed. Some things are worth the wounds.

I say that now, but I’ll be whining over them, licking them and cursing my brazen moves. My stupid hopeless heart. My wayward cunt.

Pray for me.

*hits send*