Consuming
Captivating
It won’t leave my thoughts.
I can’t escape.
I don’t want to escape.
I should escape before it is too late.
Why can’t I let it go?
I’ve run from it.
I’ve hidden.
Never for long.
It haunts me.
It tortures me.
It warms and embraces me.
Comforts me.
I’m lost in the miserable bliss of this fatal attraction.
Plays Well With Words
oh my
I know. I think it’s the story of my life. I’m drawn to things that are a fascinating mix of pain and pleasure.
well we all are now and then