every part of you screams destructive, but i can't seem to pull away.

my brain is yelling at me to turn back, but i keep moving forward.

they say you're danger, and that i should keep away from you.

but why is it that i feel safe when your arms are wrapped around me,

so assured when your heartbeat lulls me to sleep.

i yearned for your touches, your affection.

they try to hold me back, turn me around while i still can, but i pull away from them, only to be running into your arms.

they tell things about you, about you killing people with your bare hands, but i'm sure you had a reason for it.

about you being a cold hearted being, but your smile was the warmest thing i've seen.

they wished i didn't fall in too deep, yet i already seemed deep enough, probably much deeper than the bottom of the pit.