Give me your hand, or at least fake it
No matter what you'll do, I'll still take it
Interlace our fingers like so
I won't let you get cold
Because I won't let go

You're mine, only mine
Always only have been, and I've kept you in line
I won't let anyone else have you
Because only I love you

Know every wrinkle in your skin
Is from when you smiled or laughed
Every time you crinkled your nose
Every time you squeezed your eyes shut
There is elegance in your wrinkles, and I love them all

They mark every day, every time you spent feeling. . .something
Something is better than nothing at all

You were the one who turned my head towards yours and kissed me
You were the one who made promises
You were the one who loved me

But you were always the one to walk away

I must be a *******

the only difference between *** for lust and *** for love is that you can tell when someone loves you, the way they touch you is gentle and their fingers crawl out ‘I love you’ on your skin

Everything they trace is a tattoo in a different color, everything they touch is another part they carve your body, providing definition, you are a sculpture to them; fragile and vulnerable, delicate and precise

Everything they run their fingers over is a new part of the sculpture piece, everywhere they kiss is highlighting the invisible words on your skin, ’you are beautiful, this is where’

but when someone loves you out of lust

everything is hard, fast, merciless, rough

nothing is careful, it is careless, no treasuring any part of anyone, even though they may act the part, it’s not true love

They don’t highlight you, they kiss you only because they can, they do it for the sake of doing

It’s all about being spontaneous, come, come, come, scream

Nothing matters, everything, everyone, even part is an object, nothing else

I miss you like Hell
I’ve been through Hell missing you

Make something beautiful, and perfect
2. Break it