all the love in the world? on a silver platter, i'm sure.
please simply starve me of affection if this is all the love in the world lock me away until my eyes are small dry jaundiced saffron spheres until i can play a sweet lonesome melody on my cracked ribcage until my heart whithers and beats no louder than a butterfly's wings for one more taste of all that love is no more than poison on my tongue.
he says i'm miserable here but that place is often here nor there.
