Love.sick

It’s not insanity if I’m in love with you.

If you ever were to try to leave, I may have to cook you and make you into the most delicious meals so you can stay with me forever.

They’re so perfect.

People wonder if I’m talking to myself, but no, I’m talking to your voice which I recreated in my head so you will always be my internal voice. <3

Touching you isn’t enough, I need to be apart of you, I have to be inside of your skin. <3

I don’t crave your ‘love’ anymore, on a contrary, I crave the opposite. I only want the proof that no one else can have what I touched, not your heart, soul, or even your thoughts. Call it cruel, I call it affection.

Sometimes I worry I might’ve somehow slipped out of the hole I’ve dug inside your heart. But even after all of this time of us being apart, for some reason- all I want to do is make the hole deeper so I won’t fall out next time.

Some call it “stalking”, I call it devotion. Love doesn’t exactly wait for permission, dearest <3

I think pretending you aren’t around hurts more than pretending you never existed at all.

The pain of you leaving only proves one thing, you’ll never find a love as perfect as the one I’ve given you.

Run if you want, leave if you must, but I’m too beautiful to be forgotten, & you’ll come crawling back when the emptiness tastes worse than my love ever did.

Even if the world calls you dangerous, I can’t help but adore you, because to me, being loved by my dearest is the sweetest kind of captivity <3

I want the life that I could have had back.

I want to die. I want to die beautifully, & to be calmly strangled by life.