My Universe

Her words were like little stars, exotically blinking and reaching towards me.

They were like comets, streaking and mesmerising. Beautiful and momentarily bright. They were like supernovas, exploding and obliterating anything else.

They were like meteorites, fast and furious. Agressive but so damn transfixing.

They were like black holes, where you don’t notice you can’t escape until it’s too late.

She was like space, deadly and silently. A galaxy, constantly evolving and changing. Unapologetically herself and flying to corners of existance you didn’t think could be there. She created this universe for herself.

She already had one, but somehow took another. She was the center of mine, too.