In a thousand different lifetimes I would still choose you.
Even though I know how wrong we are for each other.
Even though all we've done since our lips met in a kiss that first day is hurt.
Even though you are so, so venomous.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
