I'm listening to: The Temptations - My Girl

Your eyes emanate such a hypnotic lustre. Beneath that, they're unfathomable, like bottomless wells. Not anymore. I knew I would one day unlock their secret. Of epochs past, spent in vain trying to unravel the hieroglyphic messages you left behind, I'd come to realise the answer lay not in them but in the macrocosm of their little worlds intertwined. You love me, and you were afraid of how vulnerable it made you.

My dear, I will stab you in the heart again and again, because your love always heals it over for me. I will indulge your deepest fears. You will weaken but never die, and that's the way I plan to keep you, while constantly hoping you'll never realise how much worse you could hurt me. You could barely stand on your own, and sweetheart, I like it almost as much as I love you.

The blood that courses through our veins has turned from a crisp crimson to the colour of the night sky, and it's a deliciously decadent feeling. Yet, it's starting to sicken me. You've become a pathetic mess. Just one careless slip obliterated forever your former charm, individualism and mystery; you might as well be a faceless mass of gore. I'm sorry for being so clumsy.

Fate delivers its terrible verdict: we're dead, and so we've been for an awfully long time.

We'll say goodbye without words. We're more than that. You taught me how love and hate are separated by only a thread. Your eyes, once onyx, have glazed over with a blossoming of hazel flecks. For feeding off each other's souls, we're monstrosities reared on human flesh, and we're mirror images too.

But at least we now know what'd been inside Pandora's Box.




I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.

Well, I guess you'll say, what can make me feel this way?
My girl, talkin' 'bout my girl.