He’s the epitome of PERFECTION,
Well, he is, atleast to me.
That smile of mischief,
That always got me thinking what is really on his mind.
His ridiculous intelligence,
How smooth he is with deep conversations,
How surreal his views are on everything,
How frank he is with his sentences,
It wheels me in more to him,
I know how bad he is for me,
But his toxicity is what pulls me more to him,
He’s like a food that I’m allergic to but yet still I consume it,
He’s like a scented soap I can’t use but yet I bathe with it,
I was willing to suffer whatever hurt he comes with,
To how bad I crave for him,
I know there would only be pain because all I’ve ever done was to disappoint and give wrong impressions.
He was nothing but a mystery, pure danger ? but that’s what I love about him,
The more he pushes me away,
The more I want to know him,
The more he hates me,
The more I love him,
That’s how I know what we have is,
TOXIC.
