I'm not a perfect anything, or even a fallen star. But you make me heavenly darker, by just being who you are. Your fingers burn from my tears, and sighs. I can't exist in your heart anymore, while we just sit there and cry. It just leaves us both so aching, and sore. Spinning down into each other's eyes, God I wished you loved me. It's unhealthy. It can't be. Even if it was, I'd be shattered by half past three. You kiss her, you can't kiss me. Better be a broken heart, than a cruel flutter.