It's never going to be right,
I'm never going to get that sexy smirk down on paper,
Or that cocky tone of your voice that makes everything,
Come out as "You know you love me" when I try to yell,
I just want to destroy you, to make you just like any other character in my books,
Maybe it would seem that way to anyone else who pulled the crumpled scraps of my notebook off my bedroom floor,
Maybe they already see you that way,
That's just me though,
If I didn't want to destroy you so badly, if I didn't try so hard,
I could never want you at all.
Originally Written: Sophmore Year. Summer of 06.