Tiltedshots
Greenlighter
I'm posting everywhere on this site. I've let my thoughts get ahead of me.
This might seem confusing and it could possibly be just my loneliness setting in. But, here's my story.
Earlier this year, I reconnected with an old friend after almost two years. We went to school together and dated an acquaintance of mine. We got close in the end of 2012/ beginning of 2013, and without really thinking, I moved him into my two bedroom apartment with my three other roommates. We never dated at that time, but we both knew there was something just beneath the surface with us. I think our journey officially began when I introduced a line of wildfire to his sinus cavity. I hadn't long started my mingle with the devil. We were soon controlling a small corner of town with our wildfire. Creating business and expanding business. Learning the entire process. Everything is great in our little shit kingdom for a while. Shit goes down, we all split ways. Fast forward to April 2016, I find out I live next door to his parents.
Contact him, invite him over for catch up and movies, you get the rest. He got married in my absence. Separated from her in the previous year because he spent his time with her tweaked and obsessed with a needle. At the end of our day, he leaves and we make it clear to be nothing more than FWB. But, with time, we knew there was electricity. We were the same soul in separate vessels. We shared everything from cigarettes to food to days of intense emotions to days of staying lost in that old familiar smoke. He was still in love with her. But, his words and actions showed me more of how he felt toward me than his anger for her. We were infinite and invincible. On June 1, 10:30pm, we laid on an old mattress tangled in each others limbs and lost in the galaxies in our eyes. We shared sweat and tears. Nicotine and whiskey. Took turns dancing with the devil. Talks of death and meaningless existences soon turned into swapped saliva and pleasure inflicted wounds. He shattered in my arms that night and we vowed 'till death do us part.'
We climbed to the top of our shed kingdom and shares our first sunrise. Found momentary peace and in between sloppy kisses and shared heart beats, he mumbled his love for me.
June 2. Worked and visited with our daughters. Went night swimming with Heaven Hill's not so heavenly taste. Repeated previous night's actions. Replaced to the tears with laughter and smiles that finally reached our eyes. Plans of recovery, raising our daughters together, becoming a family filled the room.
June 3, 3:30 pm. I watch him walk away from our broken down vehicle on an unfamiliar highway with nothing more than a backpack full of paraphernalia, our last sack of ice, and anger. I haven't seen or spoken to him since.
It's been a little over four months now. I've moved from our neighborhood since that day. I fixed the car and then crashed the motherfucker. Traded what was left of it to a decent dealer for a fat sack. I've heard he ended up going back home to his wife. Gotten a better job. I've heard he got clean and their daughters are growing up together. In these four months, I've sunk lower and begun IV use. I've lost my job, my daughter, and mourned the death of a childhood friend; among other piles of shit on my never clean plate.
I'm sorry about the babbling. I just figured I'd share this chapter of my story in hopes someone else would understand. Anyway, enjoy or don't. Whichever gets you off.
This might seem confusing and it could possibly be just my loneliness setting in. But, here's my story.
Earlier this year, I reconnected with an old friend after almost two years. We went to school together and dated an acquaintance of mine. We got close in the end of 2012/ beginning of 2013, and without really thinking, I moved him into my two bedroom apartment with my three other roommates. We never dated at that time, but we both knew there was something just beneath the surface with us. I think our journey officially began when I introduced a line of wildfire to his sinus cavity. I hadn't long started my mingle with the devil. We were soon controlling a small corner of town with our wildfire. Creating business and expanding business. Learning the entire process. Everything is great in our little shit kingdom for a while. Shit goes down, we all split ways. Fast forward to April 2016, I find out I live next door to his parents.
Contact him, invite him over for catch up and movies, you get the rest. He got married in my absence. Separated from her in the previous year because he spent his time with her tweaked and obsessed with a needle. At the end of our day, he leaves and we make it clear to be nothing more than FWB. But, with time, we knew there was electricity. We were the same soul in separate vessels. We shared everything from cigarettes to food to days of intense emotions to days of staying lost in that old familiar smoke. He was still in love with her. But, his words and actions showed me more of how he felt toward me than his anger for her. We were infinite and invincible. On June 1, 10:30pm, we laid on an old mattress tangled in each others limbs and lost in the galaxies in our eyes. We shared sweat and tears. Nicotine and whiskey. Took turns dancing with the devil. Talks of death and meaningless existences soon turned into swapped saliva and pleasure inflicted wounds. He shattered in my arms that night and we vowed 'till death do us part.'
We climbed to the top of our shed kingdom and shares our first sunrise. Found momentary peace and in between sloppy kisses and shared heart beats, he mumbled his love for me.
June 2. Worked and visited with our daughters. Went night swimming with Heaven Hill's not so heavenly taste. Repeated previous night's actions. Replaced to the tears with laughter and smiles that finally reached our eyes. Plans of recovery, raising our daughters together, becoming a family filled the room.
June 3, 3:30 pm. I watch him walk away from our broken down vehicle on an unfamiliar highway with nothing more than a backpack full of paraphernalia, our last sack of ice, and anger. I haven't seen or spoken to him since.
It's been a little over four months now. I've moved from our neighborhood since that day. I fixed the car and then crashed the motherfucker. Traded what was left of it to a decent dealer for a fat sack. I've heard he ended up going back home to his wife. Gotten a better job. I've heard he got clean and their daughters are growing up together. In these four months, I've sunk lower and begun IV use. I've lost my job, my daughter, and mourned the death of a childhood friend; among other piles of shit on my never clean plate.
I'm sorry about the babbling. I just figured I'd share this chapter of my story in hopes someone else would understand. Anyway, enjoy or don't. Whichever gets you off.
