i'm a goner.

He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

you haven’t healed, i can tell from how cruel you are.

he learned to love the way he knew to fight, with harsh hands and brutal body, never unguarded yet always intense. but you see,  the trouble was i have never wanted to be anyone’s war.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.