I imagine us in love; I can see us hating each other; sometimes I want to see you hurt; I get the impulse to hide from you the same time I feel the desire to touch your skin, it doesn't make sense, that I can admit; I want to vomit being so close to you, I keep having to brush my teeth just to get clean, and even then, I can't convince myself I don't need you, or want you; it's far easier on our hearts to act like I don't.
Prose, poetry, and art created and inspired by walking home in the city late at night. The romance of the weather, the people you surround yourself with, lustful desires, and temptations. All of it is warm, and inviting, but often unsettling, and pushes you further out of your comfort zone.