Control.

You have this profound way of making me feel strangely uneasy and amazingly happy within the exact same moment. Something about you makes me think you know what you're doing, like you've done it all before.

That song always reminds me of you, and cigarettes, as though the combination goes so well. I imagine us sitting through a storm together in the early hours of the morning. Rain pouring through the gutters.

You keep coming back and though you’re all wrong, I keep wanting you to come back. You constantly capture my attention and continue to hold it, whether I’m aware of it or not.

Aesthetics seem meaningless because its that certain something I still can't put my finger on, after all this time I’m still no closer to realising. Whether this be a thing of darkness, like the persona you so often carry or something more innocent I seldom gain any insight. It all seem's so worth the risk.

If it were anyone else... but to you I just can’t say no.