That one person. Who gives you those adrenaline rushes, makes you feel like the Bonnie to his Clyde and you just need him, you were ready to burn down a city if you had to, you were ready to cross the line, do it all. And you knew that it was masochistic but, God you couldn't care less, you were willing to let him call whatever he wished, you were ready to fall from grace, ready to fall from grace. But there's nothing to blame, love was supposed to be crazy. Right?
YOU ARE READING
bleeding.
Poetrya number of times when the world of 26 alphabets held me because no one else would.
