i wonder what your arms feel like,
and i wonder what your lips taste like?

do they taste like sweet burning ash like
two fragile glasses, or
do they taste like honey, disguised as hot melting wax
because in where people see pain, i feel beauty

in where people say it's weird, I say it's lovely,
the most perfect thing ever

because i would lose anything,
just to pour my ashes over your honey
i would burn for you like icarus
did for apollo

my own and true love,
you are the sky, the sun and the moon
i would give you anything just to see the sparkle in your eyes

you're my everything
my happiness, my love, my sky,
my moon, but most importantly, mine
you're mine and i love that, i love that
i can call you my lover, i love that
i can share my life with you, and i love you
i love how you love me and i love when you love me
by loving you,
because what i'm trying to say is that i'm happy
you're stuck with me, that our paths
has been crossed and im happy to say that you make me happy

to the boy who stole my heart
i hate you.
i hate your glowing eyes
i hate your beautiful smile,
and i hate how your collarbones fit to mine

i hate it when you love me,
and i hate it when you don't
cause im not worthy of your love,
i am suppose to be alone

i hate how your words make me blush
i hate how you're always in my mind
and i hate when you're nice to me

maybe i don't hate you,
maybe i just hate that part of me
that dark and blind part too,

because after all,
to the boy who stole my heart
i love you.