Isn\'t it sad to think one day I will be older, you will be older, and we will be nothing but memories? Speak softly to me. Imagine I am a flower with delicate petals. Think about how you treat me before you get loud, before you penetrate me like an arrow through my heart. I will not listen to you when you shout.
Think about the most romantic thing that can happen to you. A beach, a hotel, someone to talk to, to listen to. Take me for what I am, an endless adventure. Fill me with poetry between the stars and the moon. Our feelings growing long. Let us breathe, let us rest in meadows of summer fog. Let me know everything about you, your darkest secrets. Let me be loyal and know I will never betray you.
Believe me when I speak softly and you\'re kissing my neck, leaving bruises on my neck. Speak to me in poetry. Tell me about your neurotic midnights and your dirty thoughts. Gerbera and magnolia. Bloom at the hardest time. Let me fall deeper into you. Watch me while I\'m dreaming and know I\'m dreaming of you. Always. Thinking about you, always. With my clothes on his bedroom floor, laying in his arms as the sun goes down. Always. Always.