Gaspard Ulliel Vs. Thomas.
Ever stare at a picture, of someone You know not to be there. You know you hate, you know is different from the person in the picture only you find yourself picturing your person? I feel that right now, staring at this picture of Gaspard Ulliel. I find myself staring at this man, this young hansom man only to find myself staring into the devils lure. Thomas. Oh Thomas how you’ve left a mark in me. A Scar no one can ever dare to see. Dare spot with ones own eyes. Burning my flesh like acid your looks and voice are to me. I stare at this picture only seeing you, trying to tear away only to be drawn right back into you. Your eyes. Deep and cold, alone and beautiful. Holding onto me, invisible. I’ve tried to listen, tried to think smart and move on but my heart still yearns for you. Like girl addicted to Speed. I cant stop you.
Or ever dare replace you.
