Charlie Productions : You.

I want you. My thoughts are not my own. My heart, it hurts, my head, it mush.

It's not you. It's not me. It is a notion born by a long string of accidents, happy and sad, a notion controlling my machine. My heart it just now works that way, my head it finds it hard to listen to the words you say, my body it cries for you to hold me and tell me it will be alright.

It will be alright. It will be alright. You will die, and so will I.

I just want you to ask me to, but we both hesitate and not for the first time fear forgoes desire. Lying in your arms, it will be alright, it will be alright, there is no meaning more than you are a toaster, I am a kettle, you burn, I boil, until we work no more.

But not lying in your arms, the same is true. My own arms can hold my insides in just as badly.

Fear forgoes desire, fear of the wrong decision. Decisive to kiss. Decisive to touch. Decisive to make love in the lazy sunshine today.

Marry me I will work for all time to make it better and we can dance together and it goes without saying I will love you forever I will love you forever my heart it says it beats loud in my head making it mush making it hard to divine the future hard to tell if us two I or you would or could be happy, not til you kiss me, not til you touch me, not til you make love to me, not unless it happens will it click, and my brain, my poor befuddled brain, will easily make sense of it all. You burn. I boil.

Marry me and the rings around my neck and I will love you forever, and it will be alright, it will be alright, you will die, and so will I.

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