• This is so wrong.

    But it feels so right.

    What we’re doing is so bad.

    But it feels so good.

    We shouldn’t meet like this.

    And yet we do.

    I keep running.

    I keep following you.

    I keep falling.

    I keep catching you.

    When we’re together we fight.

    When we split we‘re a mess.

    Together we’re mad.

    Apart we’re lost.

    What we’re doing is hurting her.

    She likes us knowing that she knows.

    Why are we doing this?

    Because we’re in love.