bittersweet amour.

twenty seven.

you were like fire.
you enclose such danger, the kind of danger, that attracts me.
you give me such pleasure in the pain.
even though, I know, that loving you is wrong, I can never bring myself to stop.
you were like a cigarette, one drag, and you got me on my knees waiting to take another one.
I don't think I'll ever stop loving you, even if I get burnt, in the process.
because that feeling brings me to life.