Break my heart because my pain draws me closer to life.
Give me broken love.  I want scars on my heart, I want to ******* salty tears dripping down my face like blood at 5 in the morning while I listen to the mixed tape you made me on repeat.      
Give me messy love. The kind where we eat breakfast for dinner, and ride bicycles naked in the snow. You will read books about travellers and I will lie on the floor making paper aeroplanes because being with you is enough.                                                          ­          
Make me want to **** myself so that I am able to feel alive again.