Never Enough


These days, I can’t get out of my head and I’m not sure whats worse, inside of it or reality. The head aches are gone but the fatigue that comes with obsession is unreal. I want him to run me a bath but my mind is in other places and I wish I could relax enough to look at his face. There’s child killers with no feelings that can’t keep from strangling their siblings. It’s enough to make my stomach turn. I beg him to read to me at bedtime. I curl up with my head on a pillow and a leg on his. The rhythm of his voice is enough to change the world. He has his jammie pants on and smells like takeout and birch. Under my own blanket I have his t-shirt on with my favorite sexy undies and my hair is wild. I shaved for him…

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Author: jimmicampkin

Writer and photographer (and occasional other things) currently living in the North East of England. Everything is my own unless otherwise stated. So blame me.

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