Hey, hey you. Yes you, standing right there acting as if you are ever so fucking innocent. Get that smirk off your face please, because you are guilty. Guilty of haunting me and not in a good way or a bad way, you are just always there, lurking in my shadows and whispering in my ears when I'm trying to sleep. I can't explain why you are always there but you are and I don't think I like it - or maybe I like it a lot, but whatever, whatever this shit is, it's not right.
And you know what? You make me feel uneasy and unlike myself and unsure and yet you still act as if nothing is wrong. Something is always wrong. So bugger off and leave me alone please, because whether this is love or the opposite of love, I can't say I enjoy it.
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