"Everyone's asleep, but me. I'm up wondering where you could be… not here I fear, obviously. I just lie awake, staring at my ceiling; I can't shake this feeling. I want you, but you don't want me. At least not at the same intensity. You're electrifying; hypnotizing. It's so terrifying, but there's no denying, I'd only be lying, if I said I'm not lonely. Just wishing you'd hold me, instead of leaving me coldly.
I adore you, but I feel like I bore you. I hang on to every word that you say. So when you stop speaking, I start to question if everything is OK. Our conversations on replay. Do you think I'm worth keeping? Or is it someone else you'd rather be sleeping. Paranoid; is it me you're trying to avoid? Is it her that you're kissing, while it's your lips I'm missing?
Please understand… it wasn't part of my plan, yet here I stand, waiting; anticipating. I start pacing. My mind is racing. You're intoxicating. I'm not crazy. You stimulate me. It drives me mad and then I feel bad, thinking you're angry, when you're not. This is the plot; the plot to our story. I'm going to worry. I have a history with pain and misery, that leaves me leery of anything good, so please don't close our book… there are chapters unwritten; so I will admit it, I'm smitten… you are the prize, so I'm figuring out the price to be part of your life. You have me inflicted; maybe even addicted... And so, I can't stop."
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