The worst person you can love is the addict. Who live under the hue of acids. Who is willing to sell their soul for cravings they carved deeply within the loves of people who loved them for everything and anything.
The worst person you can love is the addict. Who put everything under so you are never a priority. Love is nothing when stakes of live is on their illicit strings.
You think everything is okay and you hold them tighter than you ever did to your own soul, but they always can leave without second look.
They become the hues of news. And you always have to be ready of missing them in hatred,