You.

I need you. I need your arms around me, I need you here right now so badly.
I need you like I need a cup of coffee in the morning, and I need you so bad I bite my lips and tear them to sheds just like when I'm impatient for a nicotine fix. And my lips bleed and I let it go, let it flow, because it will stop with due time, unlike this dull, bitter aching in my bones for you. This headache brought on by the valves in my chest going haywire and sending straight happiness through my veins. The world will stop around me when I first lay eyes upon you, I can promise you that. Because I won't be able to focus on anything else except for how much I need you and want you and with every fibre of my being desire everything you are and ever have been and ever will be. Something about you pulls these feelings right out of my chest and puts them on a slab for everyone to see. I am grotesquely displayed, crucified, bleeding to death with a smile on my face, and on the table in front of me there is the concoction that once made up my psyche - 1 part depression, 3 parts trauma, 2 parts bad memories, isolation to flavour, shaken not stirred. And from the wounds inflicted upon me on this day come flowing the sticky sappy sweet juices of love, sheer unconditional love I could never expect you to return to any extent.