Their type of love was unrequited.

How giggly they made her soul when they told her that they cared - they did not care.

They drank up the attention that they were receiving, for what God doesn't like to be worshiped.

They made her feel like pluto was a planet,
like the earth consisted of only water.

She knew she had to let them go but why would you want to deny a god.

Their lips tasted of acid,
like every other girl they had ever tasted were biting her tongue.

She couldn't be mad.
How angelic it felt to be noticed by someone as beautiful as they.