Misguided Metaphors

I'm not supposed to be here. I know it's wrong but my body and mind (I don't know if my heart's included) tell me to stay beside this man. He is the only person who understand mostly everything about me, needless to say my weird poetries, all my hopes and dreams, my crooked sense of humor. His laughter, grin and smiles are all there is that's giving me drug, making me seek for more of this. ..