i used to dream of you. the feeling of your lips against mine, the warmth of your body close to me. it was like you were part of me, like every part of me was screaming your name. my life revolved around you, i liked it like that. but it hurt too much. everything you did felt like more salt sprinkled into an open wound. i liked it. i don’t know why, but i did and i just kept coming back, and falling hopelessly under your spell. sometimes i still want you, despite the pain you caused me. now when i’m just learning how to breath again i feel myself slipping, slowly. i think i miss you...