your lips.

I thought just once would be nice. Let's rekindle that old flame just for the sake of the heat. You wrap your arms around me and suddenly there is no where else I'd rather be. Pull me close and hold me tight. Your lips are just as I remembered, maybe even warmer.

I thought you were the one who would get addicted to me, but this took me off guard. I'm craving you now, something I haven't felt in years, and the worst part is I think you don't even care. I was just another mouth, another touch, another body to be warm next to yours.

I'm dying inside now, and I blame you. Jealousy is taking over and any thought of another near you makes me burn.

You haven't talked to me since.
I need you.
I need you out of my head
...before I explode.

stay busy.

Went into work today. In the kitchen I opened the cupboard and rested my face against the door. So tired. I see a bottle of pain killers. How many would I have to take to...

I shouldn't be thinking like that. Close the cupboard again. Today I'll work extra hard to stay busy. A busy mind leaves no room for a negative thought. Negative thoughts lead you down to the floor bleeding and crying.

So let's stay busy today.
Stay busy today.
today.

get through today.

fire.

Passion is a dangerous thing. My theme for the year (or longer) seems to be fire. Fire and burning and passion and rebirth. All of which are intertwined in some way. Fire consumes, which is what I want to do. I want to consume you. I want your love, and yours, and yours too.

Fire burns, which is what my heart does when I rage. My eyes burn when I rage. My body burns when I rage, and when I consume.

Passion is a fire that ignites quickly and spreads through out your veins, corrupting ever last corner of your mind till it's the only thing you can think about.