Sorry for the sappiness. And stereotypicalness. If that's a word.
You're everything to me. My own delicate wolf. That's a contradiction in terms, but then again everything about you is a contradiction. The way you turn into a beast once a month, and the way you're so gentle the rest of the time. The way you act like the most studious and law-abiding one, and yet you're the mastermind of most of our plans. The way you look so pale and fragile, and yet have the strength to throw me across a room.
You're not mine, are you? I see the others looking at you. You make people fall in love with you in every heartbeat, capturing them with your words and the way you move. You don't see it. You can't even see how totally you've captured me. I'm ensnared by your presence. I can't get out. It's driving me crazy. Every single moment of every single day I want to be with you, touching you, living you. But I can't. No, I'm not allowed to touch you beyond the occasional 'accidental' brush of fingers.
He holds you. I hate him most of all. He is my jailer, and if he released you then I could be released, as you could be mine. If I could I would kill him, because that would give me you.
I don't mind being trapped by love for you. If only I could let that love show…
I write angsty when I'm happy. Hm. Why am I happy? Even despite the fact my hair is electrocuted, I have panda eyes and my toe won't stop bleeding? GCSE results came out today. You work it out.