Loving him?
Oh I wouldn't call it love
But I guess if that's the way you feel
Loving him is dangerous and reckless
It's like jumping from a plane
Without a parachute to catch you
Loving him is definitely not easy
Like waiting for a flicker of light
In the middle of a black room
Loving him is frowned upon
To everyone else he is a fucked up
But that's why I love him
Loving him is right
His demons are bigger than mine
But they protect my smaller ones
Loving him is right because
I am the light in him
He is my darkness in me
Loving him is madness
It's fucked up and messy and insane
Our love is painful and awkward
Bur our love is right
After all, he's the Joker
And I'm his Harley Quinn
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
