r o s e r e l o s

here lies the asterisk: she looks up to him like he’s the moon, he looks down on her as if he is.

when you love yourself less and stress out with pimples lay my hand on your face and tell you, you are beautiful you need not a mirror to believe nor confirm you just look in my eyes and my love will affirm it won’t always be roses but this, i can promise: if you hate me in the morning i will kiss you when we rest we can be mad forever, but i will never love you less.

i’m done trying to make you smile i just want to know what pisses you off i want you mad at me baby i want your heart fuming when you talk about me fuck love, mad is the real passion come on baby, get angry real quick slap me if you have to whatever makes you tick.

what you are scared of the most is what you are in need of the most.

Love wins. On the apartheid wall near Bethlehem, Palestine.