I know things about you. I know you're 6'5. I know that your middle name is Scott. I know that you find my witty jokes amusing. I also know that your mouth does nothing but kiss and lie. I know that your puppy eyes hide your wolfish nature. I know for a fact that you feed off of my neediness for you and your touch. Lastly, I know that I can't tear myself away from you. I know I'm not strong enough. And I know people hate me for that. I hate myself for it. But I know that I'm just not strong enough.