merrymagicalbroad
The coolness of your words and your actions only serves to heat the passion I feel for you. Only now the flames burn angry and I want to burn you until the skin peels off and you have no choice but to acknowledge me again. I'd rather hatred than apathy. I'd rather you curse my name than say it with no spark, the way you'd say the name of the girl who once loaned you a pencil in English class.