I fear that I’m constantly growing more and more obsessive, that I’m just steps away from chaining you on my balcony door or sticking a GPS tracker on your neck. I can’t figure which is true. Do I just can’t get enough that I want to suck every bit of you like a vampire? Or am I a just, for lack of a better word, a love junkie? As ridiculous as that term is, I can’t help wondering if it’s true. Has this addiction gotten the better of me? Or perhaps I scared of being abandoned. Is it because it always takes me so hard to find love? Or is it because I’m so used to having love around that I don’t want to let any of it go?
Have I driven anyone away, holding their necks, almost fatally suffocated by my lack of space giving? Would I? Could I?