you are a princess, an endless gorgeousness seeming to flow from the universe itself. i’m a black hole sucking you in. i apologize in advance for making you like me. i never liked me much.
and yet, somehow, in this endless expanse of all that ever was and is, you can’t find it in your heart to make someone like me happy.
and you know? i accept that. i’m trash.
i love you so much it hurts to breathe.