I like staring at the bruises he’s left on me. He didn’t mean to leave them, didn’t mean to mark me in this way. But I love them. I want him to leave more. He wouldn’t, I know he wouldn’t. Would it be bad to ask him to ? Maybe if I asked kindly, batted my eyelashes in the prettiest way, he’d hurt me more. I’ve told so many people about the sweet things he’s done. How kind and gentle he is with me... » Continue Reading
You are my favorite person. That’s what I would tell you if I could. You’d take it the wrong way, I know you would. Assume it’s a good thing. You’d give me an odd sort of smile you like to do with me, your face screwing up in confusion and judgment. It would probably boost your ego. You are my favorite person and I hate you for it. You wouldn’t understand how debilitating that title is. You don’t... » Continue Reading
I am easily jealous, even with people I’m not close to. It’s awful when I have a one sided attachment to someone. They can barely be my friend, barely have an opinion of me, barely even know me, and yet I’m completely and utterly obsessed with them. I’m enamored by them. Infatuated by their existence. They can barely feel a thing for me while I struggle to stop thinking about them. I’m twinged wi... » Continue Reading
I want to crawl into your mind like bug. Curl around your brain until it begins to rot and deteriorate. I want to stick to you like a disease, something you can't drop or forget. I want to always be stuck at the back of your mind. You can't ever get rid of me when I'm there. Even when it makes your skin crawl and itch, the rot spreading farther and farther. You'll try everything to get me out of y... » Continue Reading