You’re not very gregarious, FYI,
But you’re with me, drunk and sober.
All sharp angles but a gleam in your eyes,
Built from stone, drawn with a feather.
I fell for your cruel words and stares.
Because, I have a thing for wolfish grins .
You fell for my unrealistic determination.
Because, you have a thing for folk with a mission.
You fell hard, started playing the violin.
Only I knew that. I started drinking.
We were the worst things for eachother,
But we didn’t give a damn.
Because we were both broken. So broken, beyond repair.
We were our only chance.
I was born evil, and you were born bad.
Together, we were a nightmare.
A tragedy, was what we had.