how does one date when they've been left with an intricate, delicate, sensitive sense of fantasy that they're seeking above all else.
because something wasn't provided.
i seek that thing i never had.
i seek to belong.
i seek to be seen and heard.
i seek to fight.
i seek strength within.
as soon as attraction sparks, i am left wanting more.
more of you, more of your love, more of your time, more of your justification, more of your approval and more of you, period.
because my own love is waning.
will it ever be enough?
i have maladaptive coping skills.
i've found ways to take care of my self, by chasing after you.
it works for a little bit, until it doesn't. and i want to die.
it's dissociative. it's not based in reality. it's adaptive and its cunning and it's fucking baffling.
the power is in my peers, my fellow maladaptives.
