All the love letters and poems ive written on you alone is disgusting to think about and almost makes me sick to the point of my stomach knotting up. What purpose did knowing you and going through all that bullshit have? Nothing positive came from that shit we went through with eachother. Whatever you wanna call , what we had, it felt so deep to me.. Like i knew you before we met. But in reality i think my lust addiction got the best of me. I do have that horrible problem. Lusting over people , becoming obsessive and crazy someone who isnt mine. Knowing that you probably would never be mine the first time i shouldve stopped myself. But i couldnt help it, i needed you. I thought i needed you. Everything in you just intrigued me so bad. Your style, personality, schedule, your mind and silence even spoke volumes to me. Did i ever feel like you might feel the same? Never. Realizing that i shouldve cut ties and focused on me while i still had the upper hand. But i kept going, i wanted more and more. Until i finally burned both our hands. Ill try to tuck you away the best i can but it never lasts that long.. Why do i let you have this power over me? ..