where you're every single moon beam every agate that I found when we were kids
I'm going to live with you in my heart, in my mind, in my constant, mascara-eyed disrepair
I'm going to love you until there's no supernova left in existence until the dust has settled into a ceaseless tar of black has-beens and wash-ups and until the edge of a once-was beach has finally pushed away the sea
You're a star and I'm going to love you until the sun burns out and then, I'm going to relight, re-live, and my god, I'm going to love you again.