Saints and Sinners

I'm a sinner. She's a saint. We are both in this war; only she doesn't know how she got there. I'm there because protecting her is the only thing on my mind. Her innocence is like a damn drug and she keeps me coming back for more every damn time. She doesn't like the man that I am. She's told me that all I'm going to do is destroy her. She may just be right, but that doesn't keep me away. All the pushing and pulling won't do nothing but force me to keep her closer. I should have walked away. I should have let her live the life she'd always dreamed. I'm too selfish for that. Having her is the only thing that I can think about now. Every inch of her is ingrained into my mind and there is nothing that will rid me of her. We are part of my uncle's game and no telling if he'll play by the rules. Me, I've thrown the rule book out. I'm playing for keeps and I'm not letting her walk away, even if it kills us both.