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the lyrics to runaway just fit so perfectly in your mouth.

you love kanye west, and i love you;
do you hear adoration on his tracks? does his voice drip
God? do you know that a year later
i haven’t thought about another boy?

and you croon,
never was much of a romantic,
i could never take the intimacy

perhaps waxing poems about forever
was the mistake then, starry-eyed girl sings ballads
because my lips could never quite get kanye, you know?
i understand you, though: these things
are not interchangeable, but shaky and important.

loving you is a sort-of ghost story: my capacity for
obsession and devotion spans longer than
yeezus’ discography. my track is infinite:

i held you warm in my mouth, wrote
epic songs about how i craved your voice,
the longing i feel for you outweighs any emotional distress i’ve ever felt,

but not every relationsip is that of kanye loving kanye.

you sang runaway in my passenger seat,
and i thought of the metaphors i could make concerning your eyes
(blue popsicles, by the way, the kind every kid wants in july)
i knew that my time with you would be finite, but i am telling you that
i cannot accept our end.

so i sing back, soft and sweet,
i don’t know how Im’a manage,
if one day you just up and leave

i guess this is how: beg you to come home,
write you more idealistic poetry.

(you all look like beautiful stars tonight)

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