I want you. I know I’m a mess but I want you. I want to see you every morning and I want to make you a snack every night. Eventually, I want to have your little brown babies. And I want to watch you die.
“There is always one thing I have loved more than the night and that is you… I would collect every star in the universe and crush them with my fingers and rub stardust over your crystalline skin… My pockets are overflowing with the galaxies I have collected for you and they are gyrating endlessly around my black-hole of a heart.”