You look like a reckless rockstar. I’ll follow you anywhere, near or far. You’re an enigmatic icon and I’ll love you forever. I’ll lust after you and I’ll ache for you. Whenever. I see your face and I can’t help but cry because it hurts to look at the sun in the sky. You’re vivid when you’re on stage and you’re notorious for being violent but when you open your mouth to croon, the crowds quickly become silent. You’re destructive and you’re an escapist but I will fight for you with my bleeding fists. You’re glamourous and you’re godly, I would sooner die than say that I’m sorry for worshipping your tortured soul.