Use your wit use your tongue try anything to swallow the stutter in your lungs, the tremor in your lips as you force lies from broken skin and pray to whoever's listening that she'll stay with you, maybe stay for you, but that's too much to ask from the goddess of moon and stars because all you are is a lowly mortal with ash for brains and dust for skin and you shouldn't dare desire her, let alone love her, but it's so hard when she gazes at you with need in her eyes and in that moment you can't help but want want want what you can't have so walk away little boy before you remember to look and not touch she's not yours and never has been and you know deep down she never will be.
