I tell myself I’m clean now. No more late-night scrolling through your archived stories. No more decoding three-dot ellipses like they’re scripture.
So go ahead. Leave me on delivered. I’ll refresh. I’ll wait. I’ll rewrite your silence into poetry until you prove me wrong. love junkie sub read
They say love addiction is just chasing the crash. But the crash is the only time I feel the shape of my own bones. Before you, I was hollow. With you, I’m a firework factory after someone dropped a match. I tell myself I’m clean now
But then my phone vibrates. A generic “hey, stranger” from someone new — and suddenly my veins are singing. I was hollow. With you