With you there’s always this teenage yearning that makes every other feeling in the world look like a desert, a barren field of nothingness. You linger behind every song. You make the music come alive.

Every inch of me, inside and out, literally screams for you. A glimpse, the shadow of a blaze through the hazardous depths of your green eyes. Green as pyromancer’s fire, the one that burns and burns and burns. Much like you and I.

Don’t you worry, darling, my sweet Queen of fucking hearts. One day we won’t be afraid no more. My hand is always there, just reach out. Come fly with me.