stars don’t reach back

[m1serabl3_n_stunn1ng]

i hope you choke on your fill-in-the-blank friends

you can buy a dozen copies of Nancy,

but she won’t be as miserable as me, honeypie.

i want a taste of your angel dust

gimme your star power, your eclipse eyes

i want to feel the burn of thirteen suns when i’m beside you.

i need to be beside you again.

there’s a million ways to say “i love you”

i hope feeling like dust beneath your feet is on of them.

dust is just dead skin you’ve shed away, after all,

and dust is all i’ll ever be.