She was bad for him.
She was his worst distraction
But he was so attracted
Simply infatuated
With her.

Months passed
With him longing for her,
He wanted to hold her
Again.

He’d wait for decades,
Just to hold her hand.
He’d wait for centuries,
Just to see her smile.
He’d wait patiently,
For eternity,
Just to call her “mine”.
Again.

He didn’t care about what was best for him.
He didn’t care about what was best for them.
All he cared about was her amazing smile,
Making the mistakes he made
So worthwhile.

But, being apart,
Made him do better in life.
He was concentrating,
Grades up, social life stable,
And was the boy his parents wanted him to be.

But inside, He was dying.
He missed her like crazy.
He wanted her,
He needed her,
It was worth giving all this up,
Just to hold her in his arms.
Again.
Her perfect, Angelic face,
He wanted to hold it close to his
And just before they kissed,
Whisper “I love you”.

He dreamt of a future together,
He picked up each piece of their magical infinity
-His fantasies
Forgetting reality,
Only wishing to grasp her hand
Which was just out of reach.

He hoped, one day,
He would capture the world
In his large hands,
Engraving it on a silver ring
As he knelt down
And asked her to marry him.

He wanted to take her
To the most beautiful cities,
Yet prove to her
There was nothing more beautiful than her
In his eyes.

He wanted to
Wrap his arms around her,
Pull her close,
Just to show that
He was never ever letting go.
Again.

He didn’t want to listen
To what people thought
Of her or him.
She was the only brightness in his life.
The only thing that made him smile.

His eyes flickered,
Landing on the magnificence
That was the love of his life.
But she didn’t know it yet.

He wanted to feel the sparks fly,
Once again.
Fireworks bright,
In his mind
He wanted his body to ignite,
In flames.
Just by one look,
From her to him.

And he hoped, prayed,
The feeling was reciprocal.
He wanted her in his possession,
As she had already become his obsession.

He wanted to hold her,
Kiss her, then say
“You are not an option
You are my priority,
Don’t forget that,
We’ll define eternity”

Half filled promises are good enough for me – I have never been the half glass empty type anyway. It's nice to think you love me, even if I'm not the only one.
I like to think that my feelings don't go to waste. You want me, you need me, doesn't that mean you love me? I mean, I'm saying all of this based on an assumption.
But, if it doesn't, here, take my heart, is it filled with enough feeling? If not, here, take my kisses, tell me it has enough affection? Is my soul any better? I'd sell it to you for three words.
Let me take your hands, the same hands that have touched many like me, and pull you into my world. You're everywhere, can't you see?  Do you want the colours that make my personality?
Take them all, I'd trade it for only three words.
If you fall deep into my eyes, you will see a profusion of words clouding my brain – my mind. Do you recognize them? They're yours.  I'm sorry, do you want them back? I'll pick every single one of them for you, I just want three words in return.
If you open my chest and looks past the thick walls I’ve built up, you will find your name tattooed across my heart. Look closely at the black ink contrasting with the red colour of what beats for you – isn't it magnificent? The letters of your name are beautiful art on it's own. Do you wish to keep my precious heart?  It's all yours, take it, take it all, I just need three simple words.
I know I'm not your only, but I'm one. Even with that I have fallen in love.
Take me as a whole, please, I don't care,
I just need three words for you to say;

**Don't  leave me.

I was never meant to give in.
I was never meant to rely on him.
But once he came into my possession,
He turned into my worst obsession.

They say love is butterflies,
Sparks flying,
Heart fluttering,
Skin igniting,

But it's not.

It's that queasy feeling,
Countless dreaming,
Endless thinking,
Midnight craving,
Badly needing
Him.

Staying up all night
Thinking of his eyes
Only to fall asleep
And dream of him more.

That feeling at the bottom of my stomach,
Staring at the image of him
That appeared when I closed my eyes,
Having a hunger that food cannot help,
Talking cannot help,
His warm embrace only.

The feelings becomes bigger
And I cannot stop it.
It eats my insides
And I beg for him.
It hurts so much it grieves me.
My insides scream for his hold.

Wanting him like crazy,
So much it weakens me.
Feeding on his words,
Falling deeper and deeper
Into his touch.

He is that constant thought
I can't get rid of.
But I didn't want to.

Just looking at him
Made my insides swirl.
Him holding my hand made me melt.
His face slowly became my world.
As did his words.

He made me feel so weak,
But I didn't care-
He was there to catch me.

He knew I starved for him bad.
I didn't just want him-
I needed him.

I couldn't get enough of him.
I was desperate for his touch.
He was an endless craving,
My craving.
I wanted him so much.

He was an angel
With dark broken wings.
His pain was venomous
And love torturous.

His dark side
Never showed.
He never wanted it to-
It would hurt me too much.

He sent off a mysterious vibe.
No one ever saw his black wings,
Hidden by his leather jacket.
But someone eventually did
Taking it off and revealing him.

Scars and bruises marked his body-
He’d been hurt and broken.
I never realized I wanted to hold him,
Love him,
And mend his jagged pieces.

He had a dark side-
He lived dangerously,
He wanted exhilaration,
More excitement to last a lifetime.
He was the bad boy.

I was an angel
With white wings.
I sent out happiness
And brought smiles to faces.

I had a bright side
That always  showed.
I wanted everyone to laugh,
Most of all, deep inside
I wanted him to smile

I wrote, read and imagined
Love lives day and night
I dreamed to fall hard
For someone one day.

I lived a quiet life,
No risks,
Safe and sound,
Hidden from the world.


My chances came from my words.
I was disguised by
Everyone else’s uniqueness.
I was the good girl.

We met. He was dangerous
I was cautious-
I wanted nothing from him
He wanted nothing from me.

Yet he made me blush,
He made every word we exchanged
Worth it.
Good or not.
He made my stomach go crazy,
I felt so special.
The intensity in his eyes
When we spoke
Made me feel incredible.

We were star crossed lovers,
But he was willing to do anything
To keep me.
He planted a smile permanently
On my face.

I soon learned to like him.
A crush became love
And love led me to crave-
Crave him.

I wanted to fix his wings
Make him fly again.
Fly back to heaven where he belonged.
He was out of this world-
Just perfect.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

He was black, I was white,
I was day, he was night,
He was dark, I was light.
We contrasted,
We were abstract-
Amazing.

I wanted his touch,
His kiss,
Begged for his words,
Every. Single. Day

He drove me crazy,
Insane every morning.
I could only think of him,
He affected me
So Much.

I was addicted to his words,
I needed him-
I needed my angel-
My precious Dark Angel.

He was the danger I needed,
To spark my life.
He was happiness,
I loved him so much it hurt.
He was perfect.
He was all  *Mine