He extends his hand out to me and I cannot resist. Like a withering plant reaching for the sunlight, I look for him, I search for him, but because I want to need him. With his sweet words and kind demeanor, the smell of his cologne- enchanting, his empty words and promises, his ugly heart and rotten selfish thoughts he takes my breath away. "I can be strong for you", his words "your disgusting" as he touches me, "could you be more useless?" and his kisses- they make me feel warm, "your a special little one aren't you" and as his hands, his fingers they roam my body, nothing makes sense. "I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh my I think i'm going crazy- I say letting out a sigh and a slight chuckle He stalks my thoughts, my dreams, he's like a leech and that's something new. His cold body lies beside me, looking all nice in his suit and tie, his hair all ruffled up how I like it. The wind feels like a wave of relief, the soft breeze, and I feel I've overcome something for this gentle hand that tickles my face all over. I roll over onto my side where he lays, my hand is in his and he is faced towards me with a blank expression with his charcoal black eyes, he's a natural ginger. Reaching over his pale but chiseled and defined face looking into his black beady eyes once more I close them. Sighing
