sorry, tumblr has stolen my heart, but here's something to tide you over

I like you but you probably don't like me. At least that's my insecure notion. I think I fall for every cute girl that laughs at my jokes and it's a hazard. Not to you, but to me. It's hazardous to my health because thoughts of you and me consume my mind and I wonder if that's what consumes your mind. At least that's what I hope. I want to consume you. I want you to feel what I feel, but not because I want you to be in love with me. I long for someone to share my pain. To feel this fleshly desire as I do and to suffer. Perhaps, we could suffer together and learn to share this burden equally. We could be equally yoked, Sowing along rocky paths, praying that good fruit will grow.