Jul 14, 2005 21:27
Nik... I'll get a picture of him.
I want him.
Bad.
Fucking bad bad.
I see him and its like his presence surges through my veins and becomes the very blood that he merges with.
My head, my heart, my body, my very soul is drawn to him.
He is a parasite upon my brain.
A sexy, intellegent, spiritual, amazing parasite.
I love hearing him talk.
Listening to every thought that escapes his mouth.
I drink them all.
I can feel his energy.
His soul.
Could it be reaching out for mine?
I shouldn't wonder.
Derek
I tell him I love him.
What's wrong with me?
I have something good
Solid
But that is, of course not good enough
Someone should tattoo onto my forehead: "Don't get to close, I'll rip your heart out make you think you love me, and then smack you in the face with it."
I think I'm evil.