If his eyes were a gun, they would've shot me.

If his heart were a bomb, I would've been blown to peices with my head on his chest.

If his soul were a black hole, I would've fell in.

If his hands were knives, I would've been stabbed in all the passionate places he touched me.

He was dangerous,

lethal even. 

His words were like shattered glass, digging into my skin as they left his mouth.

My mom warned me about the drugs in the street, but never the ones with brown eyes

and a heartbeat. 

and thats when i knew.

thats when i knew that like drugs, people can be toxic too.