Late night thoughts

The galaxy within

 

(Authors note- Its late, and I'm kinda sad at the moment so this may be slightly upsetting, or perhaps poetic? I do not know but it's a little story I wrote so enjoy.)

She was like a dangerous supernova. She was a bottomless black hole that swept up anyone into her, drew them in, forever losing themselves in the radiance of her presence.

She was free, she had an endless space to explore and no one could stop her. People looked at her from afar, because somethings so beautiful up close, can be equally as dangerous.

Her hair was the color of the sun, her skin the color of the moon. Her eyes as blue as the morning sky, but turned darker as the night fell. Billions on billions of stars trapped in her eyes.

She spoke fast, and her actions faster, making her seem naive to some, and cocky to others. But to me? To me she was perfect.

The galaxy within her could not be tamed, it could not be controlled, and perhaps that's what drew me into her.

But just as the galaxy is free, it is also alone. Forever lonely with no one to match the wildness and emptiness of the vast space that billions of star shined in. 

She was beautiful and she knew it. But she didn't act on the desires of others, and she soon began to love me instead of the dozens of suitors she could have picked instead.

The galaxy was mine, and I was the galaxy's.

Her "I love you's" felt like shining constellations. Her kisses felt like stars. Her hugs felt like zero gravity, lifting my heart from the darkness it once was.

I held her hand, staring at her painted electric blue fingernails, wondering if the galaxy was really mine, and I stared at the oblivion of her smile, soaking up the sun beams from her.

I thought I had the galaxy forever,
I thought I had finally tamed the swirling supernovas and black holes, making her more condensed.

But we all know, the galaxy is a lot heavier when it is condensed.
Her stars began to dim, the color drained from her skin. Her hair lost its radiance, and the galaxy began to drink liquor as a past time.  She inhaled smoke, and exhaled star dust.

It had not crossed my mind that I had ruined the Galaxy until it was too late.

We fought one night, because of the liquor. My Galaxy ran from me, whisky in her brain. She hopped in the car, and drove  until her lights went out, until she crashed.

The never ending Galaxy was ending, and as she exhaled her finale breath, stardust left her lungs and drifted to the dark sky, making everything a little bit brighter.

Her funeral was long and quiet, the opposite of her. I saw her. She wasn't beautiful, she wasn't the Galaxy I knew and I loved. Her hair was dull, her skin colorless, she looked skinner then before. Her hands were gently crossed across her stomach, her blue nail polish freshly painted.

My stomach twisted as I thought to myself, "I condensed the Galaxy... But at what cost."

-Bailey