You still linger in my thoughts.

Like a shadow that never leaves,

and never will leave.

I make myself sick when I think of you

but I suppose its in my blood.

That's what they told me

when I was younger, staring at a screen

listening to what the people had to say about me.

And you.

And my family,

and my friends.

That's not why I was drawn to you, though.

I saw the worst part of myself in you

in the way you present yourself to anyone who paid attention.

I was looking for trouble, I admit

and I have no regrets

but if you ever come near me or anyone I love ever again,

I'll be after you.

And it'll be worse than Hell.