i'm stuck on him.
like a goddamn tattoo.
aching for him.
yearning for him.
agonizing over him.
bleeding for him.
ripping out my heart to give to him, only to have him crush it in his hands.
i let him.
because i love him.
what kind of sick, twisted and psychotic love is that?
well, mine.
but it's not his fault.
he's oblivious to me... ignorant.
he can't pick up on my endless attempts to let him understand me, let him into my brain, my heart, my soul.
let him breathe me.
but it's okay, m, i still love you.
even though you can't fucking take a hint.
