I’ve been looking for where we started.
The origin of our universe we made together.
And not in the beautiful sense of creation that comes in fire or water with most love.
I think our love was in the earth and air as we kicked up the dirt to where we finally met.
The first time I saw you I didn’t collapse into your constellation and my world didn’t dissolve.
I didn’t care.
Now years later we’ve broken and formed new parts of ourselves that didn’t shine when we first connected.
You’re a star. I’m the space that infinitley reaches around you.
You beautiful beam.
Crush me for the love of God, thank you for crushing me.
So I could be something other than space.