Imprisoned Thoughts

Stars

We were laced in each other. Both physically and emotionally. No matter how close we got, it wasn't close enough. And no matter how tightly I held her, it wasn't tight enough. There wasn't an atom between us. But still, i feared, she was from a star, far brighter than I. She lit up the galaxies. She was the north star used to guide the lost. But I, I was the star that hardly ever glowed. I was the star that burned from it's own flames. I could not compete with her wonder, her wisdom. For she was going north, and i was going south. But still we laid, wrapped in the lives of each other. For one second, her eyes held something far too deep for I, or you, to understand. But in that second, there was hope, that maybe, just maybe, in another life, we could've been from the same star.