you were a masterpiece, a work of art. seeing you was as if a wave hit me, being around you was as if I was in the middle of a hurricane. only art could evoke such emotion.
these feelings were ones I could not describe. was it love? I hope not.
you made me feel something else. something good and safe, something where there was not hate filling every corner of my head forcing me to stay in bed. no, none of that.
those feelings turned into something else, like snow to a storm, strokes to paintings.
there was something about you that had me so wicked, so unsure and confused. so sick and so fearful. not you in itself, but something about you.
like I said, you were art, a masterpiece. and those are the most twisted.
