When he speaks it feels like gradient light bursts forth onto my skin and bathes me in its shine and drenches me in its warmth. His words fornicate my mind and wrap my body into tiny little swirls around his finger. Every time I swivel around his finger and every time I tingle at his words and every time I melt at his touch, the straps that restrain his heart to mine grow tighter and the magentic force I have on him grows stronger... and he loves me more and more.

Don't bother with me, I'm just depressed. I want all your attention. Don't mind me, I'm just obsessed with your love and your affection.

Put your fingers inside me once more, I want to feel that you love me. You can use your tongue until it's sore, you won't be able to prove it enough. Hands touch the small of my back - the depth of my thighs - the round of my chest - with your skin on mine I know that it's love, it won't ever end. Joined with god, our skin, molded in a shape that fits perfectly like pieces sewn together. Sweat bonds and holds tighter. Don't worry about those marks on your back, you know they we...

It's sickening how comforting the privacy of the mind can be. It's disgust is spread all out as far as my eyes can see. I feel like I'm trapped in this horror that is my brain. If I have to spend much longer with it I'll go insane. But still for some strange reason I'm in love with all my thoughts. They mean only good, barely do any harm and sure as hell don't get caught. So as long as I keep them secret I know I'll be alright. I won't be broadcasting myself to you so you can't see my...

I'm celebrating our fall like it's the greatest thing ever. Although inevitable, I dreaded the day it would come and was hopeless the day it did. Now weeks have past and I've loved it all, I love our fall. I'm celebrating our fall like it was a rebirth, My true self hidden beneath what you wanted me to be. I was hopeless for a couple days, Now weeks have past and I'm in love with myself. I'm celebrating our fall like I won the lottery, The burden of you lifted off of me. Thought I would ...

Cookies? No, maybe, alright. I always give in to temptation. You're supposed to help, but you keep on baking and the sweet aroma goes into my nose. The chocolate chips are so sweet, nestled in the dough full of sugar and vanilla galore. That's just raw, wait until it's cooked; the results are so very warm.

Nervous about things which come naturally. Wondering how I do stuff like the every day mundane... pondering over weather I should do what is right - because I don't have the courage. Whenever I wish upon a star, or with a coin in a fountain or blowing out birthday candles... at 11:11 AM or PM, it's always the same for me. I wish for the courage to do what is right for me and what will make me happy - every single time.

Intense frustration overwhelms me. I cannot understand simple things or why they won't work for me. I sit and see everything I want to happen surrounding me; it doesn't help that I've tried everything that is obvious to try and solve this issue at hand. Reach for help and meet with nothing but "later" from a full time procrastinator. Later isn't going to come, and help seems like it may never be. While I'm left sitting at the edge and wondering what more could be here.

I become like a phonograph, playing discs inside my mind. Put on the spindle by an outside genius; I see I have no control over me. In this laboratory I try to find a place for me to be, searching - and these test tubes just seem to get in the way. The needle which plays has the capability of an enemy - but I can comprehend it as easily as my best friend's voice. I try to catch on to dirty tricks of an intelligence far beyond my own. I feel the drip down my spine, and the crystals freeze alon...

I become like a phonograph, playing discs inside my mind. Put on the spindle by an outside genius; I see I have no control over me. In this laboratory I try to find a place for me to be, searching - and these test tubes just seem to get in the way. The needle which plays has the capability of an enemy - but I can comprehend it as easily as my best friend's voice. I try to catch on to dirty tricks of an intelligence far beyond my own. I feel the drip down my spine, and the crystals freeze alon...