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You make me feel like I have no control, and it scares me because I know that's what love feels like. I don't want to be out of control. I don't want to be in love. The simple, innocent act of your arm brushing against mine makes me realise that no touch between me and you could ever be innocent. I want to crawl inside you, fill up all of your lonely places with myself. I want to be completely selfish, hide you away somewhere nobody can find you because I am so jealous of every pair of eyes that has seen you. I want to be the only eyes that are important, the only lips you want to kiss, the only body you could possibly hold with those big, beautiful hands. My God, I am a burning, raging forest fire and I want to burn through your heart. I want it to be painful to be without me. I want to make you feel like you have no control because I know that's what love feels like and I need you to love me.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
what love feels like
You make me feel like I have no control, and it scares me because I know that's what love feels like. I don't want to be out of control. I don't want to be in love. The simple, innocent act of your arm brushing against mine makes me realise that no touch between me and you could ever be innocent. I want to crawl inside you, fill up all of your lonely places with myself. I want to be completely selfish, hide you away somewhere nobody can find you because I am so jealous of every pair of eyes that has seen you. I want to be the only eyes that are important, the only lips you want to kiss, the only body you could possibly hold with those big, beautiful hands. My God, I am a burning, raging forest fire and I want to burn through your heart. I want it to be painful to be without me. I want to make you feel like you have no control because I know that's what love feels like and I need you to love me.
maisie-khan
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
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