Even though you're horrible, I still love you.
Coal hair
And obsidian eyes.
You looked like trouble,
But I ignored all the signs.
You were an infatuation
That turned into love.
You sought vengeance
With a flying fury.
Everyone tells me to
Stay away from the traitor.
"He's no good," they cry
As if I don't already know that.
And yet when he returns
I greet him with arms open.
We lay side by side
On a bed of bombs just waiting to explode.
But none of that matters when I'm in
Your arms.
Author's Note: Thank you guest reviewer for telling me the correct "you're". I feel like an idiot now. (I'm not being sarcastic, I hate being grammatically wrong.)