it.....feels.....so....fucking.....bad.

you're the yang to my yin

the good to my sin

the evil to my innocence 

the fucked-up to my sane

the experimental to my how could you

the 'together' to my lost-it-completely

the elixir to my sore tooth

the dark to my light

I love how you think too much about every word that's said. I can talk.  I love that you try to see into everything I write. It feels like you're inside my head. I intrigue myself when I let you be there sometimes. when I write knowing you're reading it. I love it when I shut you out. It makes me feel like I'm teasing you. I want to tease you. I smirk at how you dumb down sometimes and people actually believe that that's who you are. I love that I know you're one of the smartest people I know, and they have no idea. I love that you're my secret. I love how you care but you're afraid to show it. I can talk. I love that you think i'm fake sometimes. I love that you're always with me even when you're km's away.  I love that you're only km's away not galaxies like some of our other lives. I love that you think that's a stupid thing to say. I kissed the air tonight and pretended it was you. Is that silly? Don't answer. I love that you say things other people don't. I love that when I see you (which is never) my body goes nuts.  I love that we're both ridiculously addicted to a fantasy or two. i hate that I can never be with you when I want to. i love that this walks that very fine line between love and hate and good and bad and pain and pleasure.