With eyes of green, I want to be in that scene of the movie when she kisses me.
It'd be so sweet, she'd rip my chest open to prove to me that I have no soul.
Then hold my beating heart at eye level as if I didn't already know.

She will not take my last name
She will not become part of me and loose her own identity.
Why would she?
She had a life before me.
Why should I have the authority.
Because god grants it to me?
Well, **** God then.