The problem is I could lay here doing absolutely nothing with you
until the sun disappears into the clouds and it wouldn’t bother me one bit.
Happily complacent.
A realization has come about that I might be infatuated once again.
You do this dreadful thing to me... get in my head and my thoughts are no longer my own.
My mind wanders to you everytime and get lost in a day-dream.
More than anything I wanted to hate you, loathe you, take advantage of you. Cold hearted looks good on me.
Emotions are weak.
I despise the way you make me feel as though now it is over. I have lost the battle and the worst part of all is this bliss has taken hold.
"Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." -William Shakespeare
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