Dahlia L. Summers

Even though you distance yourself,you always look out for me,it makes me want to get into more trouble

Love is the thing that corrodes the mind and pushes it to do the unimaginable. Love is the thorn that barbs into your flesh and makes you bleed a slow, torturous death. Love is the prison that confines you to the unending darkness that absorbs chunks of your sanity with each fleeting second. Love is an immortal__ worst nightmare.