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.