are you deserving of the love asked of you?

you are a heartache wrapped into a masterpiece
and you love only the angelic
a relic of the melancholy poetry
that irked my heart, my brain, my body
a soul-keeper and a heartwarmer,
but only momentarily
for you melted my candle-wax skin
and molded it into your percieved beauty
but the damage on my shoulders refused to harden
the way you asked
and you left my aching heart alone
and utterly entranced
with the constellations in you

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