i like it when you make yourself jaundiced to hell.
that i where i want to grab you, pull my hands over your back.
whisper many times that it is always you, i would have chosen.
they could be cool, strong, impulsive, flawed and extremely driven.
they could call 10 times in a line to get me, but they got you instead.
you keep your heart rage into resentfulness. burning me for orange
boxes, ribbons, my eyes to every different person and other nights.

no matter, how many crowns they could have.
you do not mind, but some of them would not also.

and i love you more, the more you escalate.
you can burn all the house to the ground, love.
i would choose you even then.

i am yours to the core, with my every single last drop of blood.
you know it and still burn.

astonishing, nah.