Stars |pt 1|
I don’t deserve something as beautiful as the constellations. So don’t kiss me like that. Don’t make me feel like a hundred, no, a thousand stars live and die.
I don’t deserve something as steadfast as life in spring. So don’t hold me like that; Like the last leaf clinging to the withering tree come winter.
I don’t deserve someone who has eyes like yours. So don’t look at me like that, like I am someone capable of something as deep, as relentless, as forgiving, as gentle, as kind, as selfless as love.
Please don’t love me like that.
















