The thought of you,
It is the joy of insanity.
I cannot escape it.
To escape every smile, frown, or nervous tick is to never know you at all.
I can only live in it.
Live in your confidence,
Always clouded with insecurity.
Mad at what people try and look for in you.
To use you.
Knowing that underneath,
I know what really haunts you.
I will never use you.
It is the very nature of your beauty,
and I can only survive it.
From every emotion that I express
You will never show your cards while I put them all on the table.
Looking into your eyes and knowing,
I will only be able to think of you,
And be driven to madness.