I Hate to Love You

I'm in love with a terrorist who makes me laugh at his destruction.

Heaven for me, is a place in your heart.
And even though you hurt me, I am content with just listening to you breathe.
This makes me wonder, what do you mean to me?
Everything.

To be hurt over and over by someone you cherish and believe in.
Of what line, what boundary, will I not let you cross?

Loving you, is like contemplating suicide daily.
Out of breath; when you smile.
Vicious mistakes could topple us though, make us crash.
Every day with you- is like a mine field, though it's covered with flowers and cute shit like that.

Young hearts like ours learn as we destroy.
Oh, and what we break, we try to mend.
Up in my head I know loving you is bad, but my heart wouldn't change it for the world.