If I asked you to love me like the stars, would you?
Would you love me seemingly endlessly?
Until one day we burn out and not a single soul notices?
"The constellations are what we see."
"We have no time for such minute things."
But I've got hours and you're forgetful.
You said it yourself.
"I'll break your heart."
I think that's the one quality I look for.
Sometimes I believe I desire heartache, misery, despair.
I always put myself in the position to experience those, I guess.
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