i love you like the b side of my favourite record

golden slumbers occur whenever you're at my side; cold or warm - i'd never wake up if i had the choice.
"how do you know you love her?"
she came in through the bathroom window and i knew she was mine

you're in my veins
hot and poisonous
but i refuse to let you percolate.
instead, i wait for you to clot my blood and cut off my oxygen supply
while thinking to myself;
*"it's just like you to redefine asphyxiation"

Here is the secret of life.
The key to happiness.
The answer to the unnecessarily composite mathematical equation.

Let yourself fall in love with her

Let her bad habits become your favourite creatures of the night.
Let her laugh find its way through your selective hearing.
Let her hold your hand at concerts and let her kiss you when they're over.
Let her tell you that she loves you even though she's said it more than twice in those ten minutes.
Let her sleepy green eyes explore your body in the early hours of the morning.
Let her make your coffee the way she takes hers.
Let her finish telling her joke even though you already know the punch line.
Let her bite your collar bones and let her smile at you when she's done.

Let her destroy you.

Let her torment you and threaten to break the fragile heart she's got in her hands.
Let her look at other boys and let her wish she had them.
Let her tell you that you'll never be able to give her what they can.
Let her stop noticing everything you do to see her smile.
Let her hit you even though you're not the one who's into corporal punishment.
Let her break every bone in your body.
Let her leave you bloodied and weak on the unforgivingly cold bathroom floor.
Let her burn down the pathetic, metaphorical home you built together while you're still in it.
Let her validate these actions.
Then let her move on and forget all she's done.