I swear I lie to myself about how much you love me. But every time I get myself in your arms, all the bad runs away. Because for some reason, the weight of your embrace shields away the darkness. But maybe they just capsize me into it. I am addicted to loving you. When I am without you, I feel sick. Yet, when I am with you, I feel even sicker from the fact that I have let this be the only thing I want.
