"I love her. She touches my soul, and it feels both fiery and icy at the same time."
I took a bite of him, and I just kept coming back for more; I wanted him, I needed him, I desired every inch of him.
His voice rummaged through every single vein in my body whenever he'd say those those three words, and it shakes me to my very core every single time.
"I got fever highs
I got boiling blood
I'm that fire kind
We could burn together"
I was addicted to him; addicted to his breath, addicted to his smell; I wanted to devour every inch of his soul.
But at the same time, I hate her. I hate her for making me feel like this, I hate her for giving me a taste of something I could never have in the first place.
I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate him for giving me a taste of something I could never have in the first place.
"How much of a tongue can I bite
Until we notice blood"
He got me hooked to his poison, and I got more and more intoxicated every time we touched.
Now, I just want to punch her until I can't say a word anymore, because her voice kills me inside every time we speak.
I hate him for loving me.
But most of all, I hate myself for loving her."