Stuck behind my eyes,
in the forefront of my mind.
You call me the bane of your existence,
but you stole my line.
You,
My dear,
My kryptonite.
A path of beautiful,
chaotic,
exhilarating,
destruction.
My drug,
my addiction.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Stuck behind my eyes,
in the forefront of my mind.
You call me the bane of your existence,
but you stole my line.
You,
My dear,
My kryptonite.
A path of beautiful,
chaotic,
exhilarating,
destruction.
My drug,
my addiction.
For the one guy I can't ever seem to forget, the one that tears up everything I thought I was, everything I think I am with just one look, one memory, one story.
