Emotional Bullshit and Love...

Emotional Bullshit and Love....

Emotional unattached you seem, emotional unattached I pretend to be. Chest hurting, head hurting, screaming cries silently to myself wondering how I became this vulnerable weak woman that I see before me. I love you. I love me. I love you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I love me/you. I fucking love you. And I don't know why? A short journey we been on... Sexually, physical passion that I experienced and I don't want to experience those moments with no one but you. I love you, but did you notice? I play chill, I play cool, I say things to protect myself because you seem to be so emotional unattached and I don't want to lose the friendship, sex relationship/smoke partner that I've already grown so fund of. I need you!!!
Fuck my thoughts away and as effective weed and tramadol is to my body. I want to feel your warmth against my big brown succulent titties. My nipples rubbing up against your hairy manly chest. Fuck my thoughts away as pulsating Sara screams for your awaiting nature of pure manliness. Squeeze me, choke me, kiss me, kiss me, and kiss me more. I'll pretend that you are emotional attached to me, maybe you are but you appear to be otherwise. But its all good pimpin' I'll pretend for the both of us. I bet you're so vain, you probably this this write is about you.... Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? I fucking love you. Love can make you do some strange things, say some crazy bullshit that you know is on some bullshit deep down. But if you're anything like me, you smoke and smoke and smoke and then maybe you as well can appear to be abnormally normal if that makes any since to you!!! Real to real, you may have a reason to be so vain, shit, its the thing that makes us human. But I fucks with you the long way. So imma enjoy and cry and become sad all over again, because its what I need to do for me to cope. Coping with the mundane bullshit because I'm in love with a fantasy because being single and living in reality sucks and I'm doing this all for a nut and an abundance of attention of the person who seems to be emotional unattached. I'm also thriving for most highest high I can reach...life of a Stoner!!!
I need you.
Fuck my thoughts away, let's get faded. Let's embark on the smoked out orgasms journey. Sara needs a vacation. And as effective as weed and tramadol is to my body, so are you. I fucking lust/love you

Written by:
Danni Bee