I love the way you smoke in my room so that even after you leave the air will wrap around my throat and kiss me.

I love the way you know exactly who you are and remind me like I could possibly forget the sound of your name on my lips.

I love the way your fingers dig into my skin like my bones are made of gold and you've hit the jackpot.

I love it when you kiss me like I'm lethal, dangerous and you couldn't be caught dead.

I love the way you shoot yourself into my veins like I'm a heroin addict craving anything I could get, like I need you consuming my mind on the nights I don't get sleep.

I love your criss-cross words that confuse me into seeing the you that I want to believe hasn't died yet.

I love the way you make me lie to myself.

I love the nights that you leave me in the cold waiting on someone I thought I loved but really only got you.

I love it.