Apollo

You bright ass bitch.

I bet your ass glows blue.

Just kidding I love you, after all thank you for providing this opportunity of life and stuff.

Doing that being on fire thing all day long.

This is where you laugh about “days” and “years” and

I’m not sure if it’s hard work, but you do catch cold or something like it stop sneezing on the other stars they may catch it.

I’d say I wish you could have a day off but I have a sneaking suspicion that the hole we bore in our mother’s bubble wouldn’t help keeping us alive for your nap.

Please don’t take a day off.

I don’t want to know how long a day is in sun.

But I want poetry

Poetry is what I do for you not what I do to you, and you may be beautiful but it’s your beauty that made it so that this,

Right here, you see this?

She’s the most beautiful thing here,

And I love her.

And you on my face and the unlikeliness of everything.

Of course I love you

Dolt.

But it’s not for reasons I can explain,

The fact that I don’t owe you one

Means more to me than you’ll ever know.

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