What have you done to me?

I dreamt of you last night.

I was smiling over a witty text you'd sent.

I woke up in a cold sweat, drenched as confusion ran laps inside my head. 

Wasn’t I supposed to be alone this year?

Isn’t that what I wanted?

I said it.

I meant it. 

But...

I feel these feelings invading my sensibility.

An onslaught so brutal; they’re cutting through skin, imbedding deep into flesh.

They’ve colonised me.

They’re taunting me.

What have you done to me?

Thoughts of you permeate my every crevice, dip and curve. 

Like how it feels to lie in your bed listening to your favourite songs

or

the way your eyes brighten when you realise we were sharing thoughts.

What have you done to me?

I notice the blank space in my bed when you leave. 

I catch myself sniffing the sheets just to ponder over how long your scent will linger. 

I need it.

Want it.

Crave it.

I want to bottle you up

&

sip on you slowly like a top shelf whiskey. 

I want to taste every bit of you as you trickle down the back of my throat. 

Yeah,

I dreamt of you last night.

I woke up in a cold sweat, shaking at the thought of you obliterating my heart. 

So I wrapped my arms around my pillow and pretended it was you. 

I felt safe.

You lulled me back to sleep. 

-Fuck, I think I love you 

-She's Burning