Only he can touch me like that, only he can make me feel like that way.
Maybe I should have run from him, but it's too late for me now.
Only he can do those things, only he can call me those names, names that are never supposed to leave a lover's lips, but maybe I like it.
Maybe I like the way he plays with me; maybe I like that he takes me apart, in tiny shattered pieces; to put me back together.
I'm not sure why I stay, he's evil, he's killed and oh, that gleam he gets looking at his handiwork, maybe that is why I stay, in hopes that one day I may give him that look; that glee.
Maybe I love the way he's pushy and rough, his love is no exception.
Maybe I'm dancing with the devil, I probably am; but in that case, he's never looked so hot.
I love how I am his and only his; and maybe I love that he will never be mine.
I love his laugh, his real laugh.
I love his passion.
Only he can make me feel this way, I guess that's why only he can touch me like that.
People wonder why I stay, sometimes I do too.
But I stay because I love him, because I see a hero; my knight in shining armor.
I stay because I see the good in him; not the bad.
I guess you could say I love every bit of him, even the madness.
I love his ways.
Maybe I stay because I see Light Yagami, who is eighteen and on the police force; maybe I stay because no matter what, he will never be Kira to me.