I do believe the clenching in my heart and the burning in my stomach comes from my undying love for you. I write much like a child when speaking of you because i know no other words to fit my situation. when i leave your house in the mornings i always sing, "the right kind of love on a Sunday morning." I think your love is all that is right. I know if i want to return to the smiling girl i once was i need to leave you. It is imperative that i push you away. It is important i leave you and stop myself from leading astray.

i am your territory.

i am your battlefield.

You fight your internal wars on me and needle your records on me. You throw your silky covers on me to make it okay. I dream of their touch against my skin and always let you flood my life again. You drown in your sorrows in front of me and forget to bombard me with love and saturate my soul with happiness. You do get me water bottles and let me use your GB. I do have a warm bed and your beautiful side next to me. You do force your love me.

I do fail miserably each time you call.

I do hope to never leave you.

I do love the fucking life out of you.