I'm not suggesting therapy. And I'm not...Jesus, it's not a...a breakup.
[There's something stark in the abrupt silence that falls. He should leave. It's the path of least resistance.]
Don't you just...Fuck. What I liked about it was knowing there was no expectation I'd be anything other than brutal and destructive and that's so easy for me to reach.
I saw that mirrored in you, and that you hated it. So it was easy to give it to you. Hate is something. Something real and visceral. Tangible. One of the very few things that still makes me feel alive. Ish.
Is it destruction or nothing? Having that in common? Because there's a wide swath of territory between holding hands and singing...whatever that song is. I don't recall the name. Or beating the shit out of each other and fucking.
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[There's something stark in the abrupt silence that falls. He should leave. It's the path of least resistance.]
Don't you just...Fuck. What I liked about it was knowing there was no expectation I'd be anything other than brutal and destructive and that's so easy for me to reach.
I saw that mirrored in you, and that you hated it. So it was easy to give it to you. Hate is something. Something real and visceral. Tangible. One of the very few things that still makes me feel alive. Ish.
Is it destruction or nothing? Having that in common? Because there's a wide swath of territory between holding hands and singing...whatever that song is. I don't recall the name. Or beating the shit out of each other and fucking.