Why don’t you try looking like someone I would like to be estranged with. If you wouldn’t mind?
Maybe do a better job concealing your brilliance. Work for me baybee: to tarnish that allure.
How does one learn to live without light? By bashing into everything until I cease to flail around in the darkness.
O something, get me up and let me teach this love to lie down forever. Sink low, grow taut, deteriorate.