Take me in your arms and tell me about when you were little. Tell me about the smell of fresh biscuits when you awoke and tell me about the warmth of the sun flooding through your window. Tell me about your parents and how they were in love. Tell me about your first day of school and tell me about your last. Tell me about your first kiss and tell me about the first time you saw a girl as something beautiful rather than offensive. Tell me about the time you were infatuated by the girl with blonde hair and green eyes that lived across the street. Tell me about how you started to notice your mothers tear streaked face after the 'talks' with your father and tell me about the first time you noticed the bruises. Tell me about the first time you saw and tell me about how he did it to you and tell me how you couldn't understand. Tell me how you tried to stop him but only made it worse. Tell me about how you left and never looked back. Tell me about your first day here and tell me about your first apartment. Tell me how you got that scar right net to your heart shaped birthmark and tell me why you hate it so much. Tell me how you love the smell of coffee, but hate the taste. Tell me how you see the world as a broken and bitter place and tell me how you feel lost. Tell me about how you love the sunrise, but hate the sunset. Tell me about how you love water and hate the ocean. Tell me what drives you mad and tell me what makes you warm. Tell me about how you felt the first time you saw her and how you could barely speak. Tell me how she left and tell me how you haven't been the same since. Tell me how you can't listen to that song because it reminds you of her perfume. Tell me about how you thought about doing it and how you even fantasized and romanticized it. Tell me how you planned it and tell me why you didn't.