"I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

And you will be mine."

You think you're romantic.

You think your misery will meet salvation.
You think causing yourself this daily grief will get you somewhere. 
You think you can fight the universe.

You disallow yourself to be happy.
You push away people who can heal you.
You root yourself to the ground not moving on.

All these and more, what for Nicole.

I would hate to lose you.