Love is a funny thing. It's like an infection, for a lack of a better comparison. First, it starts in the heart, slowly creeping through the body and into the mind until it takes over and it is the sole dictator of your thoughts and actions. You want to fight it, but then again, you don't. Fighting it only makes it worse because the more you're exposed to love, the more it controls. The best defense is not to think about you, but I'm not strong enough to do it. Thinking always leads back to you. Feeling always leads back to you. Living always leads back to you. And I'm fine with that. I am creating barriers between us to save my own sanity. I need help, but I don't want it. I'm confused, running down pitch black corridors, away from the lantern, because it's poison. It makes me feel better, a light in the dark, but I can't have it. I keep running and running, but it always catches up, I can't escape. I don't want to fight it anymore, but I have to, otherwise, you will take over my head. Every time I think of you, I spiral into the inky depths of my heart and get stuck. Falling forever.
