--- dreaded things---
she lurks elsewhere in his mind. she drinks from his glass when i look away. he thrives on this...and i don't understand this betrayal in mind. . it surrounds me with a sticky sweet feeling, one that only compares to a knife through the flesh. raging heart...let me rest from distant thoughts of you. what long spells we are away from each other--what they do to me. what brings me back to you? i look, and ask if i can keep you- but would you drink of me as deeply? i whisper...*you don't have to be lost....not forever*