Bad love.
That's what it meant in french
And that's exactly
What she was
But it was love either way
I had a feeling
That she wouldn't let me down
She need this as much as I did
And that was perfect
because from the first day
I saw her
I was addicted
To everything
Her dyed white hair
Indian Skin
And the way she did things
She didn't care
What anyone thought
So why
Did she make me an exception
Was I bad love to her too
Did she crave this
As much as I did
Mauvais-Amour
I said again
As I let it sink in
She was no doubt
My best mistake
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Toxic
Teen Fiction"What's your name?" She laughs, a puff of smoke coming from her mouth. "Boy you don't want to know." Even though she was a year younger than me she facinated me. " I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She laughs again. " I know your name Magnus...
