I am dramatic and tragic. I have feelings and I show them without filtering, the good and the bad. I have a fire inside me. Call me a psycho bitch, see if I care.
I don’t want bland, I want hot and spicy. Even if it hurts me, it’s better than not tasting anything.
I’ll take the scortching heat or the wildest storm over an even grey cloud cover any day.
I don’t do nine to five or lukewarm. I’m 24/7 and passionate about everything I do. I’m searching me in you.
I like contrast. The fierce love and the burning anger, seemingly opposites, but actually so close.
Give it to me all, and give it hard. The love and the hate. I’ll take the beating and yelling too, just show me you care. Kiss me after to taste the blood on my lips.
Don’t shut me out, only the silence will kill me.
Who can match my fire?