An object there, fantastic,attractive, a risk thats uncontrollably tempting. Falling into my life at my weakest moments ready to make or break me. Are the good days worth the destructive ones?Taken, makeing every want multiplied into need. Knowing i should want whats mine, be content. But being content is never remembered. Names of someone you have, there, providing limited entertainment, never there the next moment.Wanting them to be the one who understands you, who can sence your every need, but who runs at every sign of emotion. The object which seems to sense my weakness, turnes caring having seemes to choose every word out of a locked safe which could play the strings of my heart like some twisted dark harp.Why does he have the key! Frustration, I dont want it, yet every thought seems to be revolved around HIM, for every step forward two steps back. Do i want to stop?
February 6, 2010