Did I tell you the story of how the stars fell and created a boy with hell fire in his eyes?
Probably not, he burned everything he loved in his path.
The story goes; Once, a star fell in love with a broken ******* earth, he saw the way she gazed at the stars and rubbed her shoulders like she had ghost wings.
He was glory as he cascaded to earth, he was forest fires and drowning at midnight.
She was the match and the bubbles escaping to the surface.
He rose, and she just whispered "I'm going to extinguish you."
while the bubbles escaped their lungs, and he knew then why stars weren't meant for earth, or girls with ghost wings and water built in their lungs.

There's an empty pool across the street, you laid me down and told me to wait till the stars fell so I could drown in your love.
I was so terrified because you were the closest thing to God I was ever going to get, and I was trembling at the thought of telling my mother that God wasn't real, but a boy with Jesus in his eyes whispered things like "I want to break you apart, and throw you to the tides." was.
Maybe she'd see why you were favorite verse of the bible, with the constellations running around your shoulders, and the destruction of churches in your wake.
Maybe then I could tell her you were my favorite religion and the only thing I'd get on my knees for.

you cried, and it was my fault and my mouth won't stop running and you have thoughts of leaving and I'm going to love you forever, I'm sorry.
I hurt you and you hurt me, and now it's your fault, but I won't let you blame yourself because you're beautiful and I'm weak and I can't let stars like you shine so dimly.  
You swear to God we'll change, but I don't believe in God, and suddenly I knew we weren't okay.
You were a stranger among my mother's roses that I picked because your thorns were beautiful soaked in my blood, and we both knew you'd be stuck in my skin, and I did nothing to stop it.
Now you're hurt, I've picked the last petal, and I still love you, and I'm sorry.
He loves you not.