He's My Teenage Dirtbag

"Are you scared of me" he asked
I gulp but nod my head "no" as I force myself to awake from my curious gaze into his eyes; the eyes of a lost boy.
"You will be" he replies kissing my jawline slowly, before finding his way to my lifts. I moan as the softness of his lips dance on mine, a sweetness that had me wanting more but with a tiny of bittersweet that made me fear him at the same time.
"Follow me" he whispers against my ears, and with no hesitation I do.
Anticipation, fright yet butterflies all at the same time.
Maybe I was wrong to love him, to fall for him but he had a hold over me, a sweetness but a bitterness that would make my heart stop and do cartwheels, yeah you can call me crazy but he was m teenage dirtbag and I was his.

I was his cure
And he was my disease
I was saving him
But he was killing me