You still linger in my thoughts.
Like a shadow that never leaves,
and never will leave.
I make myself sick when I think of you
but I suppose its in my blood.
That's what they told me
when I was younger, staring at a screen
listening to what the people had to say about me.
And you.
And my family,
and my friends.
That's not why I was drawn to you, though.
I saw the worst part of myself in you
in the way you present yourself to anyone who paid attention.
I was looking for trouble, I admit
and I have no regrets
but if you ever come near me or anyone I love ever again,
I'll be after you.
And it'll be worse than Hell.
