Here's another chapter of One Thousand Words. I am taking requests if you want to request a drabble, so just send me a message if you have any ideas you want to share!
2. Desire
It's not love.
I hate that you're so weak, so easily hurt. I hate that you wear your heart on your sleeve and that you show your emotions so easily. Only people who don't know anything about the world act like you. I hate that you're so fucking innocent. It makes me sick that you think that everything's always going to be happy go lucky. It's not. And never will be. I hate that you think that, I hate that you're so vulnerable, I hate that you still look at me with some sort of sick adoration, I hate you.
But I'm still drawn to you. Something about the way your skin feels against mine, your scent filling the room as I focus all of my senses on you. The way your ivory colored skin seems to glow in the night, only for me to see. I hate that I need you so, but I can't control this… this need, this aching need coming from deep within me. Even though I feel repulsed as our lips crash together in a headed embrace, I crave it, want it, need it with my whole being.
I hate you, but I need you.
It's not love.
Desire