Crutch, my lovely

Lean

Oh my love, how hideously arousing you are. Your flawless curves. Your ever-changing, ever-perfect complexion. Your beauty is intense, too much so, at times. Find I am obnoxiously nauseated. I think about you all the time. Too often. You engulf my mind. Influence my thoughts. Never negatively, when you are around. When you leave, I'm sometimes terrified to find myself, searching for you, in places, I know you are not. I tell myself I can cope with your absence, but when you leave, I seem to lose my sense about me.

Author's Note

It's shit