I've got a lot of problems. And you're one of them. And even though I know it is so wrong I can't help but love it. I love the way you make me feel. I love the marks you leave on my neck. I love the way you pull my hair. But only when you do it. You're one word: trouble. And I wanted to be around it, dispite everything. Who knew that this secret love, with all its tiny sweet words, would turn into such a big mistake.