If my love does not exceed your expectations, I promise to bury a flower in my heart, so that it can bloom for you, and you can have your own garden to pluck roses like you pluck hearts and stomp daisies like you stomp dreams and bond with poison ivies.
So that you can burn it to the ground just like everything else you touch.
And maybe then, you’ll see something beautiful within me. Maybe then, my love wouldn’t seem meaningless.
Got to be the hottest I’ve seen.