I miss the way you made me feel when you held me close and stared me in the eyes like your prey- you had a sickening way of making me feel absolutely euphoric when we were together. I was drunk off of your love, the toxicity and twisted aspects of it all consumed me in its warmth like a mother’s womb and entangled me in all its complications. I now feel hardened and cold, barren. I shiver. My heart aches to be in your warmth again, as if I was the winter moon in your summer sunlight. Sometimes i really hate the way you make me feel.
