APASTRRON

I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

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She is nothing compared to the sun. She is the stars at night, bright but burning. She smiles and the universe gets jealous.  She opens her eyes and galaxies are born. She closes them and hurricanes appear.  She is everything.

You love him,  you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed  to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him.

I think I fell in love with the way your soul echoed mine.