The first time I saw her...
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.

When she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she'd lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off...
She'd close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.

I can't. I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.

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