this.

i want to hold your head under water so i could save you from drowning. i want you to have some horrible disease so i could find a cure. i want to burn your past and build our future on the ashes. i want to be your favorite shirt you lost in the wash so i could see how happy you'd be to find me. i want to take your breath away so i can show you how to live. i want to be your best friend. i want to show you how truly happy i am for you. i want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that i want you for all the right reasons, and that i'd never do anything to make you cry...

but more than all of that, i want exactly what we have now...

this.

everything must go

take my good, take my bad
take my happy, take my sad
take my weak, take my strong
take my right, take my wrong
take my truths, take my lies
take my laughter, take my cries
take my future, take my past
take my first, and take my last
take my money, take my time
take my reason, take my rhyme
take my sail, take my wind
take my paper, take my pen
take my rhythm, take my beat
take the ground beneath my feet
take my pride, take my shame
take my fortune, take my fame
take my smile, take my frown
take my throne, and take my crown
take my loathing, take my fear
take my sorrow, take my tears
take my pleasure, take my pain
take my loss, take my gain
take my brave, take my bold
take my heart, take my soul
take my worry, take my strife
take my breath, and take my life...

but try as you might, and try as you may,
nothing you could ever do could take my love for you away.

what can he say?

he's writing her again. a letter returned countless times before. a pen almost out of ink rests in his sweaty palm. black fades to turned off teevee grey with every motion of his hand. he signs "with love" when he makes mistakes and believes we will all die alone. what then? what can he say to her to make her believe he lives with love, a cozy couple, an extra bed against the window, and tea for two?

il miele dentro la lionessa.