Can't Let Go.. 2

His eyes.
His smile.
The way he runs his fingers through his messy brown hair.
His lips.
His tattoos.
His piercings.
I can almost hear the sound of his deep chuckles.
His minty breath.
His large hands.

When I think of my most favourite things about him, usually these things pop into my mind.

Pain.
Sadness.
Tears.
Darkness.
The bet.
The way he used me.
His twisted mind.

When I think of him now, these are the things that pop into my mind.