You Can't Control a Black Hole

     You weren't being yourself. I couldn't decide if it was the expired food, or because she was there.

   
     You kissed her. I saw it. 

     Self control is important, and you don't have a lot of it. I left my respect for you on your doorstep and you'll have to wake up to that every morning. 

     But I get it.

     I know what it's like when your world spins around something deeper, and colder than the sun just because it has been there longer.

     You deserve to be happy. 

     You deserve to be warm. 

     So come closer, because nothing's wrong with being on fire. 

     And Pluto isn't considered a planet anymore.