Love Junkie Latest Raw (DELUXE 2024)

But here’s the deep part no one tells you: The junkie isn’t chasing the high. The junkie is chasing the last moment before the high went bad. That one second where her hand was still on my chest and I hadn’t yet realized she was counting my ribs like exit signs.

So I stay sick. Not because I don’t know better. Because better never made my heart feel like a drum solo. Because peace tastes like medicine, and I’ve always preferred the poison I chose myself. love junkie latest raw

I don’t fall in love anymore. I mainline it. Straight into the soft hollow of my throat, where trust used to live before I learned that every kiss comes with a cut. But here’s the deep part no one tells

And the realest truth? I don’t want to be saved. I want someone to sit with me in the wreckage, not to fix it — but to say, “Me too. Pass the needle. Let’s miss them together.” So I stay sick

The raw isn’t poetry. It’s the text you type and delete seven times. It’s still wanting her after she called you "too much" — as if too much isn’t just another way of saying you loved at the same volume I fear.

That’s the raw. That’s the latest. That’s the junkie still whispering “just one more time” to a ghost who never even stayed for the come-down.