Don't Give Me Some Pretty Words Wrapped Up In A Bow.

Don't give me some pretty words wrapped up in a bow.

Give me your most hated emotions shoved in a box wrapped in barbed wire.

Make me mourn with you.

Make me feel you pain, cut me on the edge of your desperation to change what's already carved in stone.

Make me scream with heartbreak.

Make me feel.

Have you ever looked at someone and thought I wanna love you.

I wanna love you when you're in so much pain you don't know what to do with yourself. When you are in so much pain, I feel like I feel it too.

I wanna love you when you are happy. So happy it's like the sun has settled beneath your skin, and I have to squint so I can see you because you're too beautiful to look away from.

I wanna love you when you're angry and venting.

I wanna love you when you're calm and we are bored together. When life is outside, our window passes us by like spilled molasses. Sticky and syrupy sweet.

I just wanna love you.

I wanna love you in the morning when your face is puffy and your hair is a rats nest.

I wanna love you when we're grocery shopping and fighting over what brand of chips to buy.

I wanna love you even when loving you is hard, and it would be so much easier to not love you anymore.

I wanna love you even when our love fades.

I wanna love you even when I no longer love you.

I want our love to be a choice and an obsession.

I wanna love you with an intensity that scares me.

I hoard my interests, I'm too afraid to tell others for fear of what they might say, in my mouth under my tongue. They are as heavy as stones. My jaw aches.

"We're all made of stardust,'' they say.

But I want to dance in the stars, collecting stardust between my toes. Sprinkling golden fairy dust with every step. I'll leave a trail of wonder and mystery behind me. Where oh where do the stars lead me?

They say we're made of stardust of beauty and myth. I think I was made with the tears of the damned instead.