Mistake

i've had an itch lately to make a mistake. To do something and know for a fact that it was my doing. Self-inflicted pain is beyond emotions and ailments, its a gift. A part of being human that no other species could ever understand, we hold the power to shatter our entire worlds, and the temptation is irresistible. 

you see, temptation is the key, the limits we cant push are the same limits that pull us in almost magnetically. that second you let go, give up all consideration and follow your raw desires: that is the high. Instants later that was the mistake.

So I've scratched that itch and replaced the garments, settled back into my monotone enjoyment of the lack of temptation. But its always creeping up from behind. like a kiss on the neck from a stranger, nothing will ever set those hairs on end the same way, but then again nothing will match the magnitude of that downfall. The coming down is the worst, but i was chasing the high.

It's all on me, i was chasing the mistake. 

I got what I wanted.