The person I love doesn't love me. that's the way the world works, and I'd rather be alone than be with anyone else. We fumble around like the teenagers we are, grasping onto all the wrong things and misinterpreting each other's every word and motive. The only thing that is certain is the way my skin feels when I am around you, the way my legs get all wobbly, the rushing feeling down my spine. Fear and excitement and love and overwhelming. I feel like your doomed prey but at the same time I hunt you and devour you and spit out your bones over and over again. Next time I say, next time I will do better. I will change myself for you. We are a chain of disastrous recurring events that we are incapable of stopping, and I'm not sure we would even if we could.
Be with me. Just be with me. We belong together, with all of our disparities. I promise I will let you down. I promise I will be very sorry about it. I promise I will love you so much I will hate you for it. I already do.
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