It's past my bed time and for the sixth time this night I find myself writing about her in my worn-out journal, but how can't I ?
I tend to be passionately attracted to ****** up people, those who are chaotic and whose language is beautiful bizarreness
She didn't try to fix me,
We didn't try to fix each other
She even had me thinking we were for one another…
And that's why my mind,body,and soul craved her so desperately…
She's tragically beautiful,
and I am cursed with being fatally attracted to her as my muse
Not that she made me feel less ****** up, she just made me feel okay with being ****** up
Not that she made me feel human, she just made me feel okay with being inhuman
We shared ourselves far beyond what was common, for our minds begged to interwind
She taught me how to make love without having to touch
She made love with nothing but words, and aroused me more than any other naked body would
She loves the taste of my tears, and embraces all my fears
She even knows how to turn my pain into art,
and then I wonder why she's taking over my heart?
She's the perfect example that not everything in life is sweet, but she tastes  oh so sweet…
                                                          ­                             - F. V.