Can anyone please explain this?
This horrible anxiety that creeps up on me and whispers deadly nothing's?
How it fills me with dread and morbid excitement?
How I want him? All of him.
Yet it disgusts me how out of control he makes me feel?
How I wish I didn't care about this consuming infatuation?
Oh, and I know his type.
The arrogant type. I know just what he'll say and do.
And all his ex's look like supermodels while I'm here melting in the sun.
I know just how this will end.
I will be broken. He might be angry or amused or over it.
But I will find that I can be shattered even after I am just pieces.
