Becoming His Angel

I am so in love with Delorean, I can’t speak. I can't do much more than melt in his arms, surrendering completely to the folly. Together, we are the monster and his lover, looking down on their domain. His angels to be mine – to truly love him, his sins I must accept and claim them as my own. Our love is madness. We are both insane.If I have him, I'm afraid I'll be jealous of the sun caressing his skin, of the air entering his lungs, of the life coursing through his veins.I'm sick.I'm fucked up.I am not a good man.I don't want to save him. I want to take him. I want him all to myself. I want to coil myself around him like a serpent, suffocating him with my presence until I am all he knows and sees. I want his brain perfectly washed of every single thought, but the notion that he belongs to me.