side effects

I've never met anyone like you before. The influence you have over me, how one mere glance at the expression on your face says enough. I think I look up to you in a certain way, your allegiance engenders a feeling of anxiety inside of me. I wonder how you do that, how your eyes see right through me. That's why I often find myself averting my eyes, as if you can't read my mind as long as I do not look directly back at you.

I never intended to agree with you holding all the strings. You may disagree with me, but you, beyond any doubt, are. They are within your hands reach, now one can only hope you will not let them end up entangled, the way I am tangled up in you.

Even though I resent you for the confusion you awaken, for repeatedly turning me into a drama queen, I am absolutely, positively, definitely, almost, kind of sure I like what you do to me.

So yeah, thank you for totally f**king me up. I am loving every minute of it. I think.