Latest raw means: I found a new fix. Same shape. Different name. Same way she looks at me like a project, same way I look at myself like a refund.

Here’s a deep, raw text for “Love Junkie / Latest Raw” — written as a confessional, unpolished, and visceral. Withdrawal Where the Vein Used to Be

So I stay sick. Not because I don’t know better. Because better never made my heart feel like a drum solo. Because peace tastes like medicine, and I’ve always preferred the poison I chose myself.

And the realest truth? I don’t want to be saved. I want someone to sit with me in the wreckage, not to fix it — but to say, “Me too. Pass the needle. Let’s miss them together.”

The latest raw hit? Her name was a four-letter verb. She didn’t just hold my hand—she cuffed it to the bedpost of her leaving. Told me she’d stay long enough for the needle to feel like belonging, then pulled the plunger back and took my blood with her.

I don’t fall in love anymore. I mainline it. Straight into the soft hollow of my throat, where trust used to live before I learned that every kiss comes with a cut.