I don't have any rights to you.
Your mind, your body, your soul.
But I want them all

I want to write your name 4000 times over and over again throughout the day without feeling as if I have committed a sin.
Simply because you'd  be  mine.

You're like a 3rd degree burn, scorched across my battered heart.
And I'm afraid only your arms can act as a healing balm.