I feel you with me all the time.

Sometimes it drives me crazy.

I don’t want to think of you.

Dream of you.

Be consumed by you.

It terrifies and excites me.

But I should be scared.

The danger is far more real,

Then the fantasy.

But the fantasy is so


I can’t turn away.

I want it to burn me.

Control me.

Use me.

My body wakes up

At the thought

Of your icy touch.

I can’t help it.

You are not real.

You are a ghost.

This is a dream.

This is a nightmare. 

Don’t wake me up.