January 16, 2015
I really like you, but it comes at a cost. You remind me of my brother. Careless. I don't know if you're good for me, but for some reason, I want it. I crave it, like a snail craves cucumber. I want your confidence. I want your lack of self control, your recklessness. I want it so much I don't even know what to do when I'm with you. I do what I think I should do. And I enjoy it, but I want more. I want a connection. Someone to talk to everyday. Someone to tell me to relax.