Sicko

by Amo Jones

For a second, and I mean a very brief fucking second, darkness momentarily flashed over her eyes. Almost like a cloud that shaded over the sun on a clear summer day. As quick as it was there, it was gone.

If you struggle to sleep at night, someone is thinking of you. Like an anchor, tugging on your soul to keep it in this world, as opposed to losing yourself in purgatory. Isn’t that what a dream state is? Purgatory for your head and the messed-up shit that happens inside of it? The place your demons meet with your sanity, and they fight about who will win.

I’ve always loved the defiance of the ocean. It’s moody, beautiful, and could kill you if you’re not smart enough to handle its currents.

He’s attractive. Actually, that’s an iniquitous understatement. He’s hot as fucking sin, and I’d gladly kneel at church on Sunday for devouring that.

Because he didn’t just want my body. He was fighting for my soul, too. He would never have it. I’ve hidden it away in a place where no man would ever venture in to retrieve it. The only problem with that is, now no one would find it.

Wicked is probably by far one of the most beautiful looking male specimens I have ever seen. Royce is a nightmare wrapped in a dream, but Wicked is the Devil’s pet.

I truly believe that every girl needs a best friend, but not every girl needs a husband. A spouse’s love is conditional, whether you see it or not. When you first fell for your partner, it was for reasons. A best friend will love you forever.

You and Royce have the longest sex buildup in history. I feel like when you both finally fuck, he’s going to accidentally kill you.

I’m addicted to Royce Kane, and if you try to lock me in a rehab clinic, I’ll only find my way back to him. You can’t separate fate, no matter how hard you fuck it.

That’s what Jade is to me. She’s a walking, talking, fucking witch that is everything my soul wants and craves.

Memories are the stain that either good or evil leave on your soul well after departure.

Revenge or forgiveness. They’re the two words that sit on either side of the scale, as you decide where you’re going to add your weight.

She’s not just my rock, she’s my whole fucking world. I knew that from day one. My life began with her, and it’ll end with her.

The thing about trust is that it can be broken.

Music is the only thing powerful enough to fill the voids in your soul.

We never know when the end is near, we just have to live each day in oblivion and wait for fate to show up on our doorstep with a bouquet of flowers hanging over its scythe.

Careful who you fall in love with, every girl has a crazy best friend. And if she doesn’t? She is the crazy best friend.

It’s about who is still standing beside you after seeing you at your worst.

I will love this man for the rest of my life, and when we both finally die, our souls will continue to find each other wherever we end up. Because you can’t fuck with fate.