It's funny that I want you so bad but you disgust me at the same time.
You could never be mine.
I could never allow that.
You hurt me,
confuse me,
and then want me to come running back to you when you need me.

But I don't need you....

...though my heart tells me I do.

I know you're bad for me,
and yet it's you I think about in every passing thought,
in every quiet dream,
and in every lingering fantasy.