bentchcreates:

I fake tattooed your initials
On my wrist with a ball point pen.
So I can erase it later when I’m done
Gawking at pictures of you on the Internet.

I can’t get enough of your face.
Of your eyes, of your lips, 
Of the way they move when you smile
On screencapped GIFs.

This limerent desire is thriving; feeding
On latent insecurities I harbor deep within.
It’s nourished by unresolved cravings
Scattered on the seabed of my mind.
Undisturbed ‘til now.

It’ll go away eventually, I know.
Trust me, I’ve been this way countless times.
And the first few days are the sweetest.
The initial fascination is always the best.

So let me swoon while the feeling lasts
While my heart still melts like butter on a roll;
While my insides still stir with excitement;
While I still feel.

Because when this is over I’ll just go back
To being a hollow piece of flesh.
I’ll go back to being normal, boring;
Bored.

While you’re there, completely unaware
That I faked tattooed your initials
Above the veins running directly to my heart.