Dear, Joker. Love, Harley.

You tear my heart to pieces,

then bombard me with needle and thread.

You twist and mold the once innocent mind,

that sits inside my head.

You're a liar, a thief - a cruel, cruel man,

Yet you've managed to steal my heart.

You build me up, then break me down,

and rip my world apart.

I can't understand my love for you,

it makes no sense at all.

For every time I lean on you,

you stand and let me fall.

But I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame,

of this there is no doubt.

I'll be your crutch and punching bag,

until you throw me out.

© CrazyCranberry