Don't turn away.

You're sweet; the kind of girl that would rather be unnoticed.
You wear dark clothing to cope with your personality.
I'm not so far off you know.
You despise the people who cast you aside as a weirdo; I won't.
Your nights are filled with sobbing tears and drooping emotions.
Mines are filled with the same, except, anger and tearing violence.
You're soft on the inside, screaming for something or someone to caress your weary body.
I'm maxed to the point where I'm dangerous to myself and my surroundings; can you handle that?
You're a little girl lost in a maze of misunderstanding and turmoil, only wanting to find love.
I'm a guy who finds everything an enemy, anything that breathes, I'm pissed off at.
I want to love something though. . .
You have no friends, at least not someone who you can truly confide in; you're fragile without one.
I have no companions, it's utterly weak and frail to rely on an ally for assistance in any situation.
So how did we meet?
I said don't turn away
and you didn't
I was aggressive and commanding.
You were submissive and sensitive.
Opposites attract. . .or at least we did.