I mourn my ex lovers like a funeral is in procession.
I love my new lovers like a wedding reception.
I myself am broken.
Yet I still love you like I'm brand new.
But darling can you not see the cracks of my kisses?
Do you not feel the holes in my love letters?
I'm all worn out.
I'm all used up.
I'm...Broken.
Yet you love me as if I'm brand new.
Darling I will love you with all the passion and fire I can muster
For you treat me as some hero on a quest to vanquish this depression.
Every mark I leave on your skin will be a monument to the war we waged on our depression.
Every kiss that catches your tongue will be a painting mixed out of remembrance for this unfettered passion.
Every touch that brushes against you will be an insurrection in my head as I choose between morality and your desires.
Every 'I Love You' is a loaded gun and ******* I feel like pulling the trigger.
Because darling, I want to love you like a road map, and leave marks on every place I visited on that long journey up to your lips.
I love you