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.

You said forever.
Don't you understand what you've laced into that word? An infinite amount of times you'll laugh so deeply that the room rumbles. A inconceivable amount of times you'll look me in the eyes and say "Your eyes are green today."
You said forever.
Do you even understand how many stars die in the time that "forever" consists of? How many babies will be born with our names? How many of them will find each other and call each other by the color of their eyes that day?
You said forever.
But did you understand that forever means nothing to someone who measures their life in tablespoons of honey, and kisses at parties with strangers with freckles that spell your favorite constellation?
I said forever.
But we both knew my forever meant until the day my eyes stopped turning green.

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.