i overthink about her most times.
i wander about noisily in my room during the dark hours of night.
she’s both the addiction and the cure
the therapy and death.
i can’t help myself.
the lack of control is strangely appealing to me.
i can only wish that she feels the same way about me as i do about her.
i fear the love i have for her is consuming me.
i am losing myself to her.
and she doesn’t know it. yet.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
i overthink about her most times.
i wander about noisily in my room during the dark hours of night.
she’s both the addiction and the cure
the therapy and death.
i can’t help myself.
the lack of control is strangely appealing to me.
i can only wish that she feels the same way about me as i do about her.
i fear the love i have for her is consuming me.
i am losing myself to her.
and she doesn’t know it. yet.
