you have taken my ability to write, taken my words, my thoughts. i can’t say i miss them though, and to be entirely honest, i can’t say that i want them back. you occupy my head to the extent that leaves me quite certain that it is no longer possible for any of it’s previous tenants to return peacefully and without a fight. but the smile on my face says you’re welcome to stay for as long as you’d like, or at least for the night. everybody wants to be the one to save me, and to change me, but you just want to make me believe, in everything, in anything, in something, in me. and baby, that’s all i need.