Astronomy isn't real anyway

Is it possible?

I have come to see the stars without their true brilliance.  Betelgeuse supernovas into oblivion: given in to selfish ways. 

I want to find you beautiful. 

I want to be pulled into you. 

But I'm not in that bundle of stars. 

If you could have accepted that to begin with, we could have saved each other.

So rip me out of this.

Get out of this gravitational pull running head on into Armageddon.  

Let me see someone else in my love. 

Getting that tumultuous taste from my body is-effortlessly impossible. 

Coming down from a high, words are vacuous and inconsistent.
I wish I could find the right orbit.