Saved for Later

“Why do I keep coming back to you?”

“You intoxicate me… It’s as if I can’t get enough of you. No matter how hard I try, I always come back to you,” I sigh, covering my face in my hands, “I know we’re toxic, but it’s as if everything inside of me chooses not to care. When am I going to learn that you’re my poison, and drinking you in will only kill me faster?”

—  J. Portman {Because baby, you’re the only poison I’ll continue to crave}