Dear Paradox,

I know your made of biker jackets and ciggerets. I know your dangerous. I know your a player and a heartbreaker. I know you never cared. I know your an expert liar. I know all these things. I do, truly. Why do I care about you so much then? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because you feel like home. You protected me. You healed my heart. You acted like you cared. You didn't lie to me as much as her. Yet, my homes in flames. My walls are all down and my hearts under attack. You didn't care and still lied and yet. And yet something draws me to you every time.

I can't stay away and yet I'm still running away. Your a paradox in my brain. Your a pain in my heart and yet somehow I understand every part of you. You couldn't hurt me.

Behind your biker jackets and cancer sticks your a lost little boy with so many walls, hurting people before they hurt you. Your older brother beats you, your mother's busy with your younger brother and your step father doesn't notice you and yet. Your hearts still bigger than mine. You still risk it all because your a paradox. We both are.

I guess that's why I understand so much.

You once told me that the prettiest girls are in the most pain, the smartist girls know what the world is like, and the stupid ones try to be both. I thought I understood at the time but I didn't. I do know. You were saying that no matter what the world's in pain. And your right.

So Mr.Cancer Sticks and Biker Jackets your a paradox and I get it now. Truly, I do.

~ Someone you once called "Baby"