I want you so bad and I want you all the time, that when I can’t have you when I want, it strikes me across the face like a whip and I am taken aback into a melancholy deep and rich.
I have fallen into this melancholic dream many times over you.
When you are away, at home with her especially, and she is the prison warden keeping you locked away from me, your sweet freedom, the hurt grows to an immensely palpable pain.
Sometimes I think this pain is what I crave and you are just the needle with which I prick myself to feel it.
You make me feel so good that it is so bad;
I cannot do without cravings, a glutton for you.