One day you will meet a girl who talks about the world like sheâs lived a thousand lives and still has the wonder of a child, you will realize sheâs the type to fight until sheâs bleeding underneath her fingernails as she clings to jagged rocks if it means casting light and raising her voice for those without one, she will bring a passion youâve never seen and a feeling youâve never known, she will look at you with giant green eyes that glow like planets in a big black void and you will feel your heart catch in your throat, you will feel every inch of you tense up and you will bite your tongue and you will want to run.
Donât you fucking dare.
Donât turn your head and donât even move a muscle, stare at her even if sheâs so bright it burns, reach for her even though youâre terrified if you touch her the wrong way youâll rip a hole in her soul and sheâll bleed galaxies all over the both of you, kiss her so hard you can feel the stars burning at the back of her throat, trace the lines of her spine and memorize them like craters on the moon you always swore you came from
youâve said before youâre sure youâre an alien,
now prove it.
She makes you tremble and that makes you mad, you hate to shake, you havenât let yourself feel vulnerable for seven earthly rotations around the sun, thatâs seven years, we get it, youâve never been colder and youâre sure most of you is dead but your heart is still heaving so donât be stupid, sheâs standing right in front of you.
You are brilliant and you are intuitive and you are kinder than youâd like to admit but you are not a hero for disappearing before you could destroy her, youâre not doing anyone any favors by killing things before they can be brought to life and insisting you donât know how to love, if you really believed she deserved the world you would reach inside yourself and build what you could from the universe within you, if it turned out it wasnât enough youâd shake hands and move on with your separate solar rotations but you wonât even try, you wonât even open your eyes, and it begs the question, who do you think you are?
Do you really think you know whatâs in the cards
before
the stars?
If you say youâre gonna ruin her then of course you will, self fulfilling prophecies are terrible things and you know youâre the king of them, but have you stopped to think that maybe sheâs the queen?
Have you stopped to think that maybe sheâs terrified too, sheâs had to bolt her feet to the fucking floor because she had the curve of your jawline memorized the first time she touched it and it made her feel sick, sheâs been told all her life sheâs a hand grenade and sheâs petrified youâll pull the pin and be blown to bits, sheâs beside herself in a volatile fit imagining all the ways both your hearts might break but sheâs still in her spot in the milky way, sheâs still in place in front of pluto peeking out at you on the moon, she was born from neptune and sheâs bottomless and blue and you can see yourself falling into her like an endless pit and it makes you want to freeze and wither up because youâve always said
youâll die
alone
and youâve lived like a diamond in the rough, until she showed up shining like a sapphire and itâs all
too
much.
But here is the thing: nobody asked you to promise your life, nobody asked you to patch up the holes in her soul, itâs not your job to make her whole and nobody said you had to reconstruct the solar system, youâre not a hero and youâre not a god and youâre certainly not the sun, but you made sure it ended before it had even begun,
you didnât
have
to run
but itâs not too late
to come back
to stay.
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