I am the most naive girl in the world
it's like a verb
I naived like my hair curled
it's like an herb
I drink it in like tea, all stirred and swirled

Silly little girl
when will you learn

Somebody to fill the spaces between your fingers.
Somebody who adores all your quirks and fetishes.
Somebody that loves hearing you tell those stories as much as you love telling them.
Somebody always ready to embark on an adventure with you.
Somebody with the capability of hitting all your tickle spots accurately every time.
Somebody who knows all your favorite parts to all your favorite songs from all your favorite bands.
Somebody who shares the same kissing language as you.
This is what you need:
Me.

I don't understand your fascination
your fetish for hands
But what astounds me more
is your love for my hands
Maybe it's because they always arrive
unexpectedly
(whether a slap a scratch a caress a cradle)
you never know on what reasons they travel by
Maybe it's because
they mimic your fickle and indecisive
heart

If I could select the way I die
Any torturous death would do
I have felt pain in a big supply
And it is all thanks to you

When it comes to agony, I am prepared
I shall not wince or cry
Because of you I won't be scared
If misery is how I die

Because I know it all too well
I barely consider it complication
It's how I feel when under your spell
When you sentence me to separation

In loving you I've come to accept
That dying won't be so bad
By leaving me
pain is all that is left
I will welcome death
I will be glad

If I could choose which death to fancy,
I would fancy the choking death
I am quite familiar with choking
It's what happens to me when I am
Enveloped by your presence

If I could choose which death to fancy
I would fancy the arthritis death
Being weak in the knees I have felt many times
When you melt our lips together with a kiss
I don't know if you can die from arthritis, but if I could I would

If I could choose which death to fancy
I would fancy the burning death
I feel the flaming sensation quite often
When you command your hands
To touch my skin

If I could choose which death to fancy
I would fancy the loving death
Because I think I learned what it feels like to die
When I met you

My clothes don't fit right anymore
I'm not meant to play this part anymore
It's time to find a new home to explore
It's time to close the book and shut the door

Seeking answers, I look at the sky
But stars are falling right out of the sky
With you gone, I can't help but ask why
The stars fall down without saying goodbye

I wonder if you still think of me
But she can play this part better than me
When I close my eyes it's you I still see
When I reach out in bed your spot is empty

When it comes down to enlightenment
Consider me the lightest of them all.
Soaring above, the rest of them silent,
I shall leave this place leaving you appalled.

There are liars and cheaters on every block
of seemingly perfect cities.
And being the hypocrite I am, I only mock
when what I really need is pity.

For of all the pathetics living today
I am the worst of them all
I shamelessly hurt you in every way
and you will only see me fall.

I deserve to have all the hate in the world
crammed into my body oh so nice
so all I can do is be tortured and curled
so demented, as a sacrifice.

Maybe then I'll get some sleep tonight
by realizing I only deserve the worst.
And there's no way I could make it right
since my very existence is cursed.