Why must I always play with fire when I know I'm going to get burned.
I know we shouldn't speak to each other the way that we do, but we still do ignoring all the out side world while we come into our own.
Our own little world where we don't have problems that need solving. Or haters that bring drama. Because in our world it's all the imperfections that make it perfect, and nothing seems to hurt us but each other.
You make me feel guilty because I know I shouldn't feel the way I do about you.
Everything started changing in a blink of an eye.
How I wish things could be different, but they can't I know they can't.
When we eventually come back to the real world, we are back to the scars, the hurt the pain, the rage, everything.
I wish we didn't have all these obstacles between us but we do and that us why we are Romeo and Juliet and we die in the end. But intell then we make every second count.
--J
