Bad Habits

There is the one you wish to give your heart
You can usually tell it's doomed from the start
But you offer it up anyways
Nursing the break in future days

Then there is the one who wants your heart
You know they would never tear it apart
But it doesn't beat like them like the one who cracked it
Isn't it funny how we love our bad habits?

There is a fine line between love and hate
And what you choose to give and take
But I would rather my heart wither and blow away
Than settle for boring any day