in the fields of your mattress you make me feel like a princess
I am yours
or at least you have a piece of me forever
my bones are your toys and fires start when you touch me
it wasn't fair to you when you made me your sun and I made you another planet
but you looked at me knowing I might hurt your eyes
and I stared back not warning you that my light might burn out soon
in the fields of my mattress you are crying and I am still and you asked me why I didn't love you anymore  
in 2 years you have asked me this two times and I have contemplated killing myself thousands of times
I could never love myself as much as you loved me and I will never see what you saw in me so I will pull away until we agree on what I am and it will be easier for me to finally burn out without worrying about killing all the life inside of you