When was the last time you gave her a rose
For no reason other than being beautiful
When was the last you gave her a kiss
Without expecting something in return
When was the last time you held her hand
To let her know that you'll always be there
When was the last time you caressed her skin
To make her feel like the woman that she is
When was the last time you made love to her
As though it may be your last time together
When was the last time you warmly embraced
To let her know how much she's worth
When was the last time you made her blush
With a compliment worthy of the jewel that she is

kiss me goodnight
for i want to hold your hand like gravity holds my feet on the gr
i want to worship your body like i've been waiting a thousand years just to be in the same bed as you
i promise
i'll sew my lips shut so i can't confess my love for the hundreth time
but i'll say it ninety nine times whilst i still can
i love you
they say perfection doesn't exist, but they haven't met you

i'm a terrible person
i will make you forget about everything else
i will ask you to dance with me in the middle of the night
i will look at your eyes; into your soul
i will plant flowers on edges of your mind
only to **** the butterflies that will feed from their nectars
i will rip off your skin and crush your every bone
i will kiss you until it hurts and leave you wanting more
and before you even know it,
im no longer the lady who takes care of your garden
then, you'll realize
i've always been that girl who plucks flowers from
their stems and steal their life away
only to satisfy herself with a flower crown in her hair

The things I do for love,ask my shoes.

I don't want smart.
I want spontaneous.

I don't want roses and a candle-lit dinner.
I want drunken nights by the campfire.

I don't want a boy that says 'I love you'
Because I don't believe in love
And, even if I did,
I'm not emotionally capable of feeling it.
I want a boy that's okay with that.

I don't want a boy that showers me with compliments
or a knight in shining armor.
I don't want mushy love letters or romantic get aways.
I don't want a boy who's looking for a wife
because I don't believe in marriage.
And I don't want a lover.
I want a partner in crime.

I want a boy with chaos flickering in his eyes.
I want a boy who smiles a lot.
I want contagious laughter.
I want loud.
I want steamy kisses where he presses my body into his and my skin tingles.

I don't want late night phone calls or 'Good morning' texts.
I want a boy that calls me out on my *******.
I want a boy that pushes my buttons.
I want a challenge.

I don't want a boy that makes me feel pretty.
I want a boy that makes me feel alive.

I want a boy that taps on my window in the middle of the night
And brings me on a starlit adventure.

I don't want a boy that makes love.
I want a boy that will **** me raw.
And I want a boy that will let me pass out on him afterwards.
And I want a boy that won't get offended if I move away in the middle of the night
Because cuddling hurts my neck and his heartbeat is keeping me awake.

I don't want a boy that holds hands.
I want a boy that drives too fast.
I don't want a boy that babies me.
And I don't want a shoulder to cry on
Because I'm not fragile
And I can take care of myself.
I want a boy that pushes me into oncoming sprinklers
And doesn't hold anything back.

I don't want a boy that's looking for forever
because forever seems like a really long time.
I want a boy that goes day by day.

I don't want safe.
I want to go fast.
I want to live on the edge.
I want exhilaration.

I don't want to be wanted.
I want to want.