You were all bad and just something I wanted to have. I couldn’t and the cards have been dealt. I just wish you understood the ability and tranquility behind being felt.

We do things because we want it, not because they’re good for us.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

We were so good, but so good only lasts for so long.

It’s not that I love danger, it follows and lingers beneath. It feels for me when I’m asleep. I awake and it pulsates through my veins and gives me life to live another day.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air and I’m lying half past gone.

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.