i don't care if the whole world considers me a villainthey could all die and i wouldn't blinkbut my darling, when it's youmy heart shatters and the broken shards pierce mylungs with each breath
it's not your fault lindothat i flinch every time you suddenly turn aroundor that my hands shake every time i try to touch your faceor that i sob brokenly every time i can't bring myself to do it.it's mine.i'm just such a fucking mess who's stuck in the past andi'm sorry you have to deal with that.
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!