This love we have, this love we share, the way we keep patting go and coming back, it's... I don't even think there's a word to describe it. He's bad for me, I know he is, but in a way he a drug. Even though I know he's the worst thing I could do, I keep relapsing because no matter how bad it is for me, it just makes me feel so good. The need for each other, the love is amazing, the sex makes me want him even more. Our souls always end up back to each other. And this thing we call love is... Like I said, there's no word to describe it.
Yeah so I think I might call it TWISTED LOVE or something like that. I'm still working on it but that kinda of a sneek peek.
