Second Star to the Right

catch me crying over French Magical Boys at 5:48pm

if you porn blogs gonna follow me to seem more legit, can you at least like my self pitying poetry too?

I fell for you like a shooting star Free falling and on fire Hands outstretched in the black Longing to reach your atmosphere Your pull on me ripping me straight from the sky. I fell for you like a shooting star Engulfed in the flames of my own excitement. I fell for you. Burning. Burning. Burning. I feel for you burning hotter and brighter the closer I got to you. I fell for you bubbling and boiling from the inside out. Shedding parts of me that were holding me back from you. I fell for you like shooting star Inexplicably drawn to you Swan diving from my precipice Eyes closed and ready for impact. Hurtling through lightless soundless void straight for you Immolating just to reach you. I fell for you at 390,000 feet and covered myself in gasoline My skin charred and peeled Smoke and soot settled in my lungs I prepared myself for impact I imagined oxygen exploding from lungs And my spine severing I looked at my hands and imagined the broken. I ached visualizing all of my bones shattering to pieces at once. I imagined the sound of our impact so deafening I could hear nothing else. I fell for you ready to explode into a million pieces the first time we would touch. I fell for you burning the while way down And burnt out. I fell for you like a shooting star And it never hurt once.

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