sappy, overly long, thing about stars

there are over 9,000 stars in the sky tonight but none are as beautiful as you

8 billion people in the world you could have and you chose me

i don't understand why

if you're the stars then i am a black hole

devoid of light

ripping anything that comes too close to me apart

you're formed by beautiful molecular clouds in space

im formed when a star collapses on itself

but you don't care.

you chose me.