a state of frenzied excitement over some trivial matter.
He looked up at me. I wanted to drag him away, covering his eyes, but instead i let him see her there, behind us. naked and glistening. He stared and i could feel his palm start to sweat, his heart beat fast like it was going to jump into her. I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body i was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. he pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.
 it's my addiction |
 spank my booty |
 i want you to want me |
 lil random thoughts |
| my superfantabulous resume |
 diamonds are a girls best friend |
 look at me now |
 ishkabibble |
 please me tease me |
They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just inthe mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. *ryan wrote that and sent it to me a long time ago, i love that boi*
He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did. He said, I can make you whatever you want to be. I wanted him to. But what did i want to be? Mabye that was the danger.
"But he should have learned by now that when you have too much faith in something, it is bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire." ~lost souls~