Something Unusual, Something Strange

There is this guy.
That I'll obsess over for days on end.
I'd take a break from that then I'll pick it up again.
Off and On. Hot and Cold.

There is something immensely attractive about men like Damien Rice.
Heart-breaking voice, intimately candid lyrics, beautiful face and music building
and building up into the kind of free that makes you want to jump off a cliff
because you know you'll be broken.
But you'll be free.
You'll be hurting but at least you're feeling.

You'd want to give everything to men like Damien Rice.
It is the kind of behaviour that makes you the second rate being that some men paint us women.

But for men like Damien Rice, women are a kind of fantastical being.
Creatures of power, of beauty, wonder, fear, awe and to touch would be to feel all these.
And so men like Damien Rice lust and yearn to be with them, to learn, to seek. To lay their taint.

Then they leave.

And we have given everything. And we are broken beings.

Men like Damien Rice will stew in their pain.
He will carry the blend of his and your sorrow.
He will hurt and be hurt so he may have a story to tell.
And you will give even when you know it will destroy you. It will change you.
He sings. Screams. You sing along. Scream.

The mystery and intrigue of men like Damien Rice.
You know. But you will.

Would it be worth it?
I'm 23. Fuck yeah.