You make me feel irrational,
yet I profoundly enjoy analyzing your temperament;
you inspire and fascinate me completely.

When your gaze wanders, I love the hellish feeling I get
because hell has that specific taste that makes your palms sweat;
much like watching you light up your cigarette.
Never change your attitude, darling, I love the way you drive me insane.

I **** time by keeping myself busy at night
wondering why would someone's lips want to touch such a fire as mine
if they hadn't wanted to be scorned by my desire
and to be left with the scars of my passionate motion.

Better stay away from me,
don't trigger something I can't tackle,
because I just want to be adored,
meaning I won't catch any hearts if they fall.