I'd Rather Die Than Be With Anyone

You Really Shouldn’t Do That To People," I Criticized. "it’s Hardly Fair." "do What?" "dazzle Them Like That – She’s Probably Hyperventilating In The Kitchen Right Now." He Seemed Confused. "oh Come On," I Said Dubiously. "you Have To Know The Effect You Have On People." He Tilted His Head To One Side, And His Eyes Were Curious. "i Dazzle People?" "you Haven’t Noticed? Do You Think Everybody Gets Their Way So Easily?" He Ignored My Questions. "do I Dazzle You?" "frequently," I Admitted.

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

You're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.

What Do I Look Like? The Wizard Of Oz? You Need A Brain? You Need A Heart? Go Ahead, Take Mine. Take Everything I Have.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.