She loved so violently and her love it was for me. We broke like porcelain dolls loving in a violent world. Fights, cuts, and fucked up stuff. Her life was rough but I couldn't get enough. Sixteen, my masochistic dream of loving someone as much as they loved me. Locked up, keep the door shut. Hiding from a world that made us this fucked. We lay still by one another- we were scared of each other. I love the time I wasted on you and I love the places I've been with you. I love the time I spent with you.