i only like you because you hate me and if that's a little fucked so be it.
guess we're all a bit self destructive but i just wanna be someone you feel at home with even if it's a home you hate.
i'm an arsonist but only when it's things i love. with things i hate i keep them close to my heart and see how long i can endure before they choke me dead. blackened and bruised, my heart has withstood a million and one.
but then what if i told you i built you out of my remains? would you burn me down anyways?
do you think you could?
watching the fire flickering in your eyes has become a favourite pastime of mine. try try try but you can never get the sparks to grow. i like watching you struggle. i like watching you hurt. most of all i like the despair. your despair. maybe that's a little sadistic but we're all killers here.
and i think it's the danger i like cause you're just an idea.
i don't think i love you but i don't think i need to.
i wanna press myself into your heart the way you let nicotine flow through your lungs. i wanna be a bad habit that'll destroy you in the end. guess i wanna be the metal at your temple the same way you wanna be the silver at my throat.
and call me selfish but isn't that all love is? hoarding you like a miser and never paying my debts? i owe you more than my weight in gold but honey regret doesn't pay that well.
so i suppose i'm only a creation of my own misdeeds.
my own faults.
