Drown me with salty tears
and push tacks down my thin throat.
Smother me with a pillow, darling,
because you deserve a break.
I’m crying orchids and daises,
your personal garden,
grown from my own true love.
We’re a beautiful mess.
I just want you to be happy, love.
I’m back down on my knees,
hurting for you.
Happy Birthday, baby.
