You. It's always been you. You reside in my mind and I tire of our thoughts together. I feel you and your thoughts as well, this feeling is not mutual. I tire of being locked up in my feelings for you. I want them to stop, desperately, yet they refuse to leave my mind. They sink in the recesses of my consciousness. I tell you it's nothing, but truthfully, it's everything.
The jealousy that courses through my veins makes me act as if I'm an animal. All-consuming, the feeling in my body is unbearable at this point. I hate those people who come close to you, they have a chance of stealing you away from me and I refuse to let that happen.
To be torn apart by the one you secretly love.
To be stolen away from the one you love. My feelings are holding me captive from the what I really want. My feelings are chains. They stop me. I’m a hostage to your whims.
I'm the one who wants you. I'm the one who won't leave you. I'm the one who will pull the trigger for you, but no. You don't want real love, you want someone who will leave you after they steal your body and abstract your body of all purity. My hands are outstretched, but your gaze does not permit you to see them.
It's fine. You can take what you want and leave what you need. It leaves me more time to think, it gives me more to think of how foolish you are. Leave me be, leave me to wonder of you. I will desire you, long for you, even when you gaze at her.
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