since the first time i saw you, for you, i knew i belonged to you completely. i knew it was the beginning of the beginning for me. a new beginning for a something i didn’t even know was coming. and not for us, but for me. being with you, having you touch every corner of my mind and having every neuron fire in your name , in your direction, is what it’s like being touched by an angel. and i don’t think that anything, if anything, is worth dying for. but if kissing you every time made me feel like the ocean’s tide changes to match your heartbeat i think that might be. kissing you feels like i can taste a revolution, like if your tongue is te only thing that’ll touch me in this war. like if nothing could save me, i’d turn to you for my last sweet moment. even if you’re painfully bad for me, and everything drove me away from you, i’d crawl to your feet and surrender my tongue for the taking.