edge of desire
the want for want almost always seems to exceed its fulfillment. we're always drawn to what we can't have. the rush of adrenaline in your system while you're chasing is something that can't be rivaled. a sick untamed addiction. the craving for a glance, a mere touch. the greed to own all their laughs and the envious gluttony that overtakes you because you want them to crumble only when they're with you. you start to feel the need to own all that's there of them; even the ugly parts because in a way it fortifies what you share with them. watching them bare themselves ─ the foul and revolting parts ─ silences a buried quench. we're all greedy like that and oh well, isn't it sickly sweet.
