It’s you. It is always going to be you.
With my fucked up heart and lonely soul, I will always choose you.
I only want you between the cracks of rapture and torture,
and trust you to be the antidote or the poison, running through my veins.
Even if the world splits in half every time we part,
You are worth the pain.
I love you and nothing is ever going to change that.

Zeff Wolf (m.b. I’ll keep my promise, #12)