You irritate me. You intrigue me. You make me want to shove you off a cliff and then run to the bottom to put you back together again. Your words silence me but your silence is suffocating. You are the worst possible person for me, but you are the one I cannot stop thinking about. It’s so incredibly irritating because you are the first person (ever) to deny me. Which unfortunately makes me want you more. I get so incredibly lost in you. Which usually is romantic and sweet but with you it feels like I’m trapped in honey. It seems like paradise, living in such a sweet rich nectar, but it’s slowly pulling me deeper… making it hard to breathe. I struggle being around you. I think about you more than I would ever admit… When I’m at work and a kid tells me a good joke, When I’m high and have an idea, When I’m sad and want a distraction… you are the worst possible person for me to love & yet I just can’t stop. And I have to live with the fact that I don’t think you’ll ever love me as much or in the same way that I love you.