Your words hurt.
Your acting hurts.
But as you smile, my life seems to make sense.
It feels like my heart is closing eyes and ears, trying to ignore my brain that screams "Stop! He's not worth it, girl. You are only destroying yourself!"
But my heart doesn't listen to its words.
The more my brain wants to hate you, my heart loves you.
It won't see its tears.
Neither does my body.
Every text, every smile, every touch of you make the butterflies fly, let my fingers trumble and my mouth smile.
How can anything possibly feel that horribly wrong and perfectly right at the same time?