You

Haunt me. Sometimes it annoys me how much time I spend daydreaming about You. It shouldn’t be this intense. Surely I am not a love struck puppy clinging to this idea that You could possibly be as in love as I am. It’s slightly distributing. In a completely devoted to You way. It is a beautiful seduction. Pulling me down. You are like quicksand. Deadly and powerful. Complete love. Something so magical and sacred yet terrifyingly alive. I’m saturated by You. I’m going to go now. Try to distract myself from my constant Obsession. I’ll pretend I haven’t changed and been highjacked by You. I’m scared and awake and so ready to be filled with You.