Scattered Pieces.

I hope that you're truly satisfied with me, because now that you're mine, there's no going back.

You're stuck with me now. There's no escaping me, Dear. You may like it right now—but keep in mind—that if you ever try to leave me, I will drag you straight back to me!

i’m not too much. i’m not toxic or cruel or anything you should run from. this is just love in its rawest, most unbearable form. it’s everything i have, every ounce of it, every drop that burns when it touches air. and you’ll take it, won’t you? you’ll take everything i have to give because no one else will ever love you like this. no one else could. i’d tear my chest open if it meant you’d see how real it is, how it throbs for you, how it’s always been for you. i don’t want half of you, i want all of you, the parts you hide, the ones you’re ashamed of, the pieces you give away too easily. give them back. give them to me.

i want to be so close to you that it becomes a crime in my chest; to feel the warmth of your breath on my neck and not be able to stop trembling. sometimes i picture us side by side and i’m the kind of person who just leans in and never lets go, who counts the rise and fall of you like a prayer. you sleeping looks like a secret i want to learn. the slack of your jaw, the little twitch when you dream, the tiny noises that prove you’re real. and i’d watch you for hours just to be near that quiet, to be the one who knows every small thing that happens when you’re not watching.

Every time she says my name I want to devour her like a rabid animal /nsx