Closer Than You Think.

Whatever you can’t tell your spouse or partner, you’re using to create a graveyard of bodies to seduce away boredom and fuck up your life like you were young.

Always beating them to the room where your phone is. Keeping it close to your chest and hidden like a heartbeat.

Only excitement can calm. Firing the synapses of temptation like lust is a new drug she can’t stop blowing and penetrating.

A man always sees. Quietly strategizing an end without decimating his family, similar to a landmine.

Destruction is closer than cheaters think.