Write me like your every day diary and love me like you cannot get rid of me despite all your futile efforts. Sing me a tone-deaf melody and serenade me like your first dreamt fantasy. Silence my words through your unspoken truths and lie beneath me like a lover from past and future realities. Crush my world between your digits like your next enemy but hold me tightly before I melt away because of your underlying sweetness. The one that won’t ever reach the surface, the one that gets sour with every syllable you spoke through your malicious teeth. I’d say cherish me like I’m your last but I’ll always know I was one of the numbers you lived through so vicariously as if the next had already lined up in your queue.