#sortapoetry

I know you’re no good for me, baby. You’d only shatter my broken heart. You’d take advantage of my crumbling body. You’d sink your teeth into my chapped lips that beg for sweet kisses. You’d drain the rest of my happiness from my hazel eyes. You’d even rip the rest of my creativity from my fingertips. But, god, my tainted soul would take your cruel form if it meant I’d be called yours.