want to give you all the love you deserve, physical and mental and emotional and i want to love you so intensely your soul aches.

I think I'll go outside and look at the stars tonight. Will you look at them too?

kissing you would be bittersweet, words never said and words waiting spilling into each other.

you already are a masterpiece, love. in the louvre, amongst all of that art, I would still stare at you.

I want to hold you, to paint on you, to braid your hair. I want to whisper against your lips and I want you.

I want to fill their veins with stardust, to bring to them what they once were, to express my love in any extreme. I want to profess my undying adoration for them from the rooftops, careless about any passerby who may hear.

id rather we exist in mutually assured healing than mutually assured destruction.

weve been destroyed enough.