Baby I can't.
Can't explain to you how you make me feel. Like butterflies in my stomach,except this isn't gentle. Let's say something stronger,because our flames burn brighter. Let's say you make me grow snakes in the pit of my stomach,I feel them slither whenever you run your fingers down my arm.
I'll call them serpents from hell. They take the words I force myself to swallow and hurl them up again. The devil planted his seed inside of me and I think I love him now. I love you too,but it's different now. Baby I'm losing my mind for you.
But I've lost my mind already. I don't know. Can you lose what you've never had? Does this mean I ever lost you?
God,I hate stories. There are so many of them waiting for me to write them,and I want to wipe them out of system but I can't. I want to get rid of you,I want to kill you but I can't.
You and I both know I love you far too fucking much for that.
