Tuesday, September 30, 2008
♥ Remedy
There is no cure.
There may never be.. for forbidden love.
Even in death, Romeo and Juliet couldn't get enough of each other. They killed themselves for one another, and probably met on the other side.
I'm such an animal. And I know.
But he allows me to be myself. No one has ever let me do that before.
I'm so in touch with animalistic instincts, and I feel that I can let go when it's just the two of us. I don't have to hide. I can claw at my desk when I'm angry, lick my lips when I'm hungering, and snarl at the Alliance on World of Warcraft when I own them with my Tauren Druid in kitty form.
I'm not afraid to be like that when he's watching.
No one has ever made me feel this way. Not even my first love. My first boyfriend knew nothing, not any of my secrets, not anything deep down. But.. he makes me feel comfortable with myself, to know it's okay to be who you are, no matter what that is.. as long as it doesn't involve hurting someone else.
That doesn't change the fact that I crave his touch. Doesn't change that fact that I want his blood gushing over my lips. It doesn't change the fact that I can't wait for Halloween.. or for the day that he may show up on my doorstep.. and I'll die of a heart attack at the sight of him. Not literally.
My thoughts are jumbled right now, but they aren't flying one hundred miles an hour in the wrong lane. They're slowing down.. over the course of the last six days since I was put on meds. I find that if I do become angry or depressed, I can't stay that way for long. My mood rushes right back up to normal the moment I see his "evil eyes". And I love his eyes. They happen to be the new needle that inserts the high back into my body.
Is this getting in too deep?
Too late. It already is.
I REALLY need to think of something else to write about.
/cringe
There may never be.. for forbidden love.
Even in death, Romeo and Juliet couldn't get enough of each other. They killed themselves for one another, and probably met on the other side.
I'm such an animal. And I know.
But he allows me to be myself. No one has ever let me do that before.
I'm so in touch with animalistic instincts, and I feel that I can let go when it's just the two of us. I don't have to hide. I can claw at my desk when I'm angry, lick my lips when I'm hungering, and snarl at the Alliance on World of Warcraft when I own them with my Tauren Druid in kitty form.
I'm not afraid to be like that when he's watching.
No one has ever made me feel this way. Not even my first love. My first boyfriend knew nothing, not any of my secrets, not anything deep down. But.. he makes me feel comfortable with myself, to know it's okay to be who you are, no matter what that is.. as long as it doesn't involve hurting someone else.
That doesn't change the fact that I crave his touch. Doesn't change that fact that I want his blood gushing over my lips. It doesn't change the fact that I can't wait for Halloween.. or for the day that he may show up on my doorstep.. and I'll die of a heart attack at the sight of him. Not literally.
My thoughts are jumbled right now, but they aren't flying one hundred miles an hour in the wrong lane. They're slowing down.. over the course of the last six days since I was put on meds. I find that if I do become angry or depressed, I can't stay that way for long. My mood rushes right back up to normal the moment I see his "evil eyes". And I love his eyes. They happen to be the new needle that inserts the high back into my body.
Is this getting in too deep?
Too late. It already is.
I REALLY need to think of something else to write about.
/cringe
♥ My
doll smiled.
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