what makes your head tilt.

I'm playing with fire.

Five Forty Five. Ten O'clock.

All I wanted was to explore

the repercussions of your caress.

Endear me with your audacity.

All I wanted was to feel...

touch.

sense.

All I can think is I am not who I want to be.

I am not where I want to be.

I'm in love with something I am incapable of holding onto.