Tying The Knots In My Heart

Tying The Knots In My Heart

By Spiral Breeze

    It felt like like tiny knots becoming bigger and tighter in my heart.  Of course, they really weren't there, but they sure as hell felt like it.  You know, doctors are always dismissing love as some chemical nonsense that goes on in your brain.  That love is nothing more than a concept and not an actuality, something created by human beings easily compared to the notion of time.  

    Well, if this is all true, then why, when the person you're in love with doesn't love you back does it hurt so fucking much?  Why does it make you feel so helpless?  Why do you feel like you need to rip your heart out from your chest cavity and have your favorite Pokémon use Stomp on the bloody organ, over and over again until all it's PP is used?  Then, you give it Max Ether and command the monster to use Stomp again! 

    The pills, the alcohol… God knows how many countless bottles of scotch I drank through, to the point where I could no longer feel it burn my throat.  How many times did I run that Swiss army knife down my arm in a bitter attempt to bleed away all the pain?  You know, it was the knife my mom gave me, the one she bestowed upon me to use on my travels across the world to become a Pokémon Master.  If only she knew what I was using it for now.  That sure was a lot of blood running down the drain of the Pokémon Center's communal showers.  The steaming hot water turning it pink before it swirled away to be replaced by the fucking numbness of my broken heart.

    I could have had her.  She could have been mine forever, but instead the bitch that she was lied.  I saw them plenty of times, fucking each other like wild Furret underneath a fucking Oran Berry tree.  Then there was the time on my bed; her legs spread, head thrown back against the pillows.  Funny, how she shaved everything just for him.  I was so close I could smell her arousal, that sweet, oh so sweet scent, how I longed to taste her juices.  I hated how he touched her body tickling her stomach, pinching her nipples, sucking, teasing, pulling on them.  That should have been my cock pounding into her warm cunt, causing her screams of pleasure.  That should have been my cum splattered across her naked heaving tits.  That should have been my tongue flicking her pink and deliciously swollen clit.  Instead Tracey Sketchit had my Misty Waterflower in a seemingly impossible sexual position straight from one of his twisted sketches!  

    And I, I stood in my closet with the biggest hard on in my life, touching myself through my pants, with tears flowing down my flushed cheeks, but the knots just kept getting bigger.

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