I don't love you, but I need you. You are every experience I've never had, you are all the things I longed for all these years. My head fills with fears, and my limbs with chills; but there you are in front of me. You stay, and I don't know why, but I know I need you.
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
