Sugar

by Mia Ballard

we had settled into the kind of comfortable predictability that couples often mistake for happiness.

I no longer feel the need to dim my own light to match his dull glow.

It's always been a tenuous balance, our friendship; a dance between admiration and envy, between acceptance and resentment.

When you’re standing on the precipice, you’ll grab even the most unbelievable of lifelines.

I don’t know how people go through life without at least one substance in their system.

I long to be ravaged, to be claimed by a hunger that shouts, you are wanted.