I only came to offer love
but somewhere along the way
self-preservation asked me to survive
as the sky fell on my head
like saying there's no sky at all
could stay impending doom
like refusing to wish on stars
would mean the brilliance
could not fall down
from the heavens up above
like there was anything
beyond these words
that could be enough surrender
for the moon to see the dim light here
pleading from the atrophy
of this malignant heart
trying to prove its love
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