So much, so fiercely, that you would stand second guessing yourself, silently thinking if you’re even worth a single portion of the love they have safe kept in their back pockets, smeared on the pucker of their lips, and tainted right where their chest is. That someone will love you so much, that they’d push away their worries to hold yours, to help you carry some of the weight — if not all.
They will love you and see the stars plastered on the curve of your cheekbones, kissing the sharpened skin, dropping heated love notes on the base of your neck and whispering the very words, letting them pool over your skin and diminish, sinking back, permanently engraving themselves into your veins. Someone will love you so much that they will be in your veins, stuck but not unpleasantly, right there but rather willingly.
And you don’t take advantage of that love. No one could ever. Because by doing so, you’re taking poison in a syringe and plunging black all over your veins. So don’t. Don’t. Cherish it instead. Tuck it inside your back pockets in return. But don’t ever take any of it for granted.
- P!nk (Is This Thing On?)