When I think of you, the first thing that comes to my mind is,
"he broke my ribs once, don't ask me how";
Now, in no way shall we consider you a violent *******,
because
a) I like it when you choke me
b) I like it when you choke me
Now, when I think of you, I often think of the stars
Not because I am losing the sight of the moon.
You are the moon.
I, of course the stars.
Perhaps exploding ***** of gas isn't what you look for in a woman.
I could never be the earth; full of life.
But I will tell you,
If I looked at you once, I'd never look away.
So,
I chose to look away.