I need her more than I need water to survive. She is the balm to my insanity and yet, every time I’ve been inside of her sweet body, I’ve been lost in throes of delirium. Madness and chaos I welcome because she’s consumed every bit of me. A silent, unmerciful storm that’s shaken and thrown my world around and I want more. Crave more. Because she saw me. Saw the sickness that resides in my mind, heart and soul – she saw, she accepted, pocketed it, and chose to love me. I lose it.
