Come.

I've come to realize I use sex as a weapon as opposed to a pleasurable time. I've come to realize the moment a loved one leaves I instantly throw myself at them, offering every piece of me. I've come to realize I desperately crave to hold onto another individual. I've come to realize the idea of sex often times disgusts me. I've come to realize how horrific I become in moments of desperation. I've come to realize I hardly recognize my body in the mirror. If this body is the only one my soul is allowed to own, why do I desperately want to brutalize it? I've come to realize that I will never know.