take my hand and my heart, my dear

they said we’d never make it past twenty

and love, i think we’ll prove them right

and we’ll live every second of it

and there’s gleaming honey on your lips,

rosepetal touches and watermelon tears

high off sugar and sourpatch smoke

the sodapop sweetness of suicide

and you’re sick to your stomach

with pink pepto bismol and lollipop red

blue raspberry eyes and bubblegum blush

darling, you’re so pretty when you cry

to live is to lie

and to die is divine,

so we’ll sing this intoxicating, toxic song of ours,

and take our place among the stars

(redamancy- [n.] the act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full)