Hyuna P.O.V

She was born with glass bones, paper skin and a fragile heart around her soul are walls of stone and she yearns to come back home

In the lonely hour....

You could say we’re leeches when it comes to love. Do you ever get tired of how selfish and incompetent people are when in love? Love is blind and they chose this pathway;I chose to foolish walk it. Sometimes I guess we must get hurt in order to feel something.

Is this crooked thing we call love even worth it, worth all the pain. The drunken kisses shared at night just to numb the never ending pain that tears away at my insides.

His love always seemed to send me to purgatory. His alcohol flavoured lips intoxicating now was my new addiction.  I can’t turn back now;not ever. His searing kisses and gentle touches igniting and sparing me on. He bites at my lips with his teeth. My resistance already a crumbling resolve, as his kisses get harder and more urgent.

I could sense his desperation for my surrender to his dominance. My lungs cry out for air as I finally break the lip contact.

“Don’t you stop jiyong” I say before gulping down air like it was my last before capturing his lips. My ink heart thudding back into life again. He whispers in between the kisses that are more insolent rather than tender “I wouldn't dare”. His firm body pushes into me, closing my eyes in pleasure

The vulnerabilities we both share spill out like a waterfall of weaknesses in inky black night. Shutting my eyes I relish his hold around me. His sunk into my . Our breathes emptying out. I leant over and my fingers wrapped around the elixir of my life. I downed the familiar amber liquid as it trailed down my throat lighting it way down. Its bitter aftertaste burning warmth. He apprehended my lips once again. Swallowing the sweet aroma of the alcohol.” Aren’t you the one that said not to stop?” he speaks in heavy breathing

 He tried to grab the drink in the alcohol from my hand which was now empty. Slamming the glass against bedside table.

As my consciousness ebbed, my mind went into free fall, swirling with need and want. “Hold me down. And make me scream” eyeing his mouth with hunger. I my lips

Our love a battle and a constant push and pull of lust and want and selfish need. A desire to loved and kissed just once other than a simple release. We’re forever destined to be cursed with this love.

We as human beings were created to be loved not used in a game. In this chase
there was no dignity here just consumption of love. He was using me and I was using him, but yet it felt so right. Oh so right.

But between those kisses, and secrets lies beneath all of that laid cold hard lust.

 A sin. A sinful union. A form of self destruction

Raucous breathes rapidly suffused the room like the wisps of smoke of a camp fire.

 One soul in two bodies; two people stuck in a perfect limbo. Am I waiting for something that isn't going to happen?

Maybe?

I'm angry at myself for not having more to give;