"...Somebody bring me some water
Can't you see its out of control
Baby's got my heart and my baby's got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil's got my soul..."
-Melissa Etheridge
it stabbed me, quick and deep, and then was gone.
but the thing is, i wanted it back again, that sensation that brings me out of my muted self, the feeling that makes me gasp for air like something alive again.
yes, i use her for my own purposes. and i'll take the jealousy, because it's one of those things that makes me remember that i am alive, that being alive involves pain sometimes. sweet stinging - it's no different than a whip.
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