Contigo

I don't want a civilized love,
With receipts and sofa scenes;
I don't want you to travel to the past
And come back from the market
Wanting to cry.

I don't want neighbors with pots;
I don't want to sow or share;
I don't want Valentine's Day
Or happy birthdays.

I don't want to carry your suitcases;
I don't want you to choose my shampoo;
I don't want to move to another planet,
Cut my ponytail,
Toast to your health.

I don't want Sunday afternoons;
I don't want a swing in the garden;
What I want, cowardly heart,
Is for you to die for me.

And to die with you if you kill yourself
And to kill myself with you if you die
Because love when it doesn't die, kills
Because loves that kill never die.

I don't want to save for tomorrow,
Don't ask me to make it to the end of the month;
I don't want to eat an apple
Twice a week
Without wanting to eat.

I don't want greenhouse heat;
I don't want to kiss your scar;
I don't want Paris in the rain
Or Venice without you.

Don't wait for me at twelve in court;
Don't tell me let's start over;
I don't want neither free nor busy,
Neither flesh nor sin,
Neither pride nor pity.

I don't want to know why you did it;
I don't want with you or without you;
What I want, girl with sad eyes,
Is for you to die for me.

And to die with you if you kill yourself
And to kill myself with you if you die
Because love when it doesn't die, kills
Because loves that kill never die.