Self Deception

22 / lonely little storm chaser

I had a dream about you last night, though it doesn't seem to make sense. Your beautiful hair was gone - I wonder who cut it. I remember your face, which is funny, because I tend to forget most faces.

You see, this is not something I wanted to solidify. My head is very sick and it has been yearning for everything that I cannot have. Sadly, you are that everything.

Perhaps I need to face the fact that this is very real - my brain has attached itself to you, and I'd do anything for it to let you go. You're ruining me without even realizing it, wreaking havoc in my only real place to escape.

Or maybe I'm just doing this to myself. I think that may be the problem. You are a troubled, but otherwise beautiful person, and I find that I'm always attracted to lost souls like you. You aren't the first, and you certainly won't be the last.

A fixation like this one can ruin me; it has the power to melt me down to nothing but bone in a matter of days. I'm afraid that you don't realize the madness that goes on in my head - it's okay though, you don't want to. It's a hurricane up here, and a tsunami is on the way.

You're a goddamn storm, and I'm a lonely little storm chaser.

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