This is your knife, and this is my heart.
This is my love, and this is how you show me that it is never enough.
These are my wounds, these are my bandages, and this is your salt.
Choose wisely.
This is my favourite song, and these are all the ways to make it yours.
This is my favourite author, and this is how you fall in love with their words.
These are my walls, and this is how you tear them down.
This is my favourite film, and this is when to kiss me without making me miss my favourite part.
This is the town inside of my head, and this is your house.
This is the key, and this is how you lose it without thinking twice.
This is the rain cloud that follows me around, and this is the umbrella I have been searching for.
This is the bottle you smashed, and these are the cuts I got from cleaning the mess.
This is your cigarette butt, and this the fire it started.
There was my heart, and there are the remains.
There you are, and there is your knife.