I know I haven’t called you back in a week but I had a
good reason. You asked me why my hands were shaking so damn hard
and I couldn’t find the words to tell you that sometimes when
two stars collide they form a black hole and your voice is my
favorite song and the way your lip quivers when you’re about to
cry makes my bones feel like they’re snapping in half and I
love you too much to spit the black soul sucking mass of
nothingness I feel growing in my chest into your mouth because
you’re the brightest thing in the sky and my eyes are closed
but I can still see myself burning out and I’m so sorry but I
can’t kiss you tonight.
