this love, this love, this
crush, so much like that of
a young girl upon a shooting star,
only ever infatuation, disambiguation,
immigration, why don't you
move yourself
into my life? i'm so afraid,
berating myself for things i've never even said,
you're like a god among
children, i worship you,
i don't even know you, i worship you,
i'm an empty husk of a girl and
i worship