I want your hands
To linger on my skin
I don’t care
If your nails
Will entwine
With my veins

I want your bare hands
To feel the midst of my soul
I don’t care
If your bare hands
Will wrench
My flesh

I want your lips
To press against mine
I don’t care
If your teeth
Will wreck
My lips

I want you
To stay in my life
I don’t care
If it will only cause
Pain and sorrow

Because I will always choose
To get hurt by you
To distress by your presence
To be weak because of your coldness

I will always prefer
Living in darkness with you
Than to live in lightness
While I long for you.

He told me that a rose
was symbolic of his love

Too bad I forgot
Flowers would always get rot.