I'm dying to show you what you may already know.
I'm dying to know what you fear to show.
I'm loving the show that I know.
I'm loving the show that I fear to know.
     How can I love you?
          How can I convince you?
               How can I fear you?
I'm craving to know you.
I'm craving you to know.
     What don't you know already?
           I know,
The.
Answer.
Is...

I want everything and nothing at the same time.
Everything would cause conflict, but can't I have a feast without the stomach pains later?
Nothing would leave me wanting, but can't I have a famine without the hunger pains later?
     I want you, not her or him.
I want to cry and remember fear and pain.
     I want you to hold me.
I want to turn this around.
    
I'm slacking as the cold settles in, cutting me off from the rest of the world.
I'm dying as the truth settles in, slicing me open, bearing my soul to the world.

Which is worse:
The beast of Jealousy,
Or the beast of Regret?
Both equate a torture so painful it carves scars into your bones.
Guilt, eats you up with an acid so sharp, you're diminishing to nothing.
Envy, cuts you down with a fury equaling your own.

Bright red and gleaming,
the old scars tore open upon the events of last night.
Seizures shook my body as warmth had no effect on me.
I needed your warmth, not the artificial kind, not the one cured by blankets and body heat.
I was drowning in fear and anxiety,
Unable to breathe,
Unable to rid my chest of the excruciating ache.
I cried tears that soaked into my cheeks with a burn.
My heart was begging for your touch, for your solidity,
And it won't go away.

You're all around me,
Inside of my head.
I feel the ghost of your touch from merely minutes ago tracing circles.
I feel the softness of your skin beneath my fingertips and I'm lost.
Lost in the sensation.
Lost in you.
Lost in all the wants flashing through my mind.
Lost in the echo of your voice in my ears.
Lost in the lingering scent of your intoxicating perfume.

I see you and only wish to hold you.
It's all I want to do sometimes.

Sometimes my heart aches with the thought of you in my arms.
It encompasses me and engrosses me.

Me, something that loses meaning with every use.
You, an idea that never ceases to escape.

Escape is for the ill-willed.
I'm perfectly content living in this home-made prison.

Prison is a concept not alien to me.
But if I had the choice, I'd choose prison over the old "freedom" I once claimed.

Time slowly stops when your presence overwhelms me.
I'm underwhelming next to your grace, your impeccable charm.
Charisma is for people with something to win, something to gain in this life.
Next to you all I am is a spectator to this collaboration of great minds.
Greatness is for Olympian Goddesses with passion and prowess.
All traits that I spot in your smile, cunning and sharp.
Oh, that smile that could melt even Lucifer's ice *****.
With eyes that can stop you dead in your soon-to-be lifeless tracks.
Heart and Callous are your two favorite attributes:
The ones you thrive off of.