Sort of a song but not really..Heh. Just read it.


Fly around me,
Like a pesky mosquito,
Waiting for your chance,
To suck my blood,
And give me your disease,
Do it quickly please.

'Cause call me crazy,
But I'd rather die from your sickness,
Then live a life without you.

Infect me,
Get under my skin,
But spare me the vaccination,
Even if I scream for mercy,
Don't apologize,
Pretend you're deaf to my cries.

'Cause call me crazy,
But I'd rather die from your sickness,
Then live a life without you.

Being so dependent,
Has never been so fun,
Watch me as I come undone.
It's not much from me,
But, this is the best I can do,
Oh God, I think I'm addicted to you.
*~erin~*

"You write the lie you want to be when your life looks like a book you wouldn't read."-Jets To Brazil

I know what Jen's talking about... living in Winnipeg is hell come summertime, mosquitoes are a pox upon us all.  It is in no way a good experience.  I hate this city!  

Anyhow... I'm liking what you wrote here, StellarChica.  I gathered it could have been about anything other than a person... perhaps drugs or something?  That seems pretty credible to me.

Great write, and I hope to see you in here more.  You have become quite a rare treat to read.  

Parasite

Learn to place poetry before people
Before you place your poetry before the people.
~Andrey Kneller