I was a dead star my entire life,
A Black Hole nestled beneath my ribs where my heart should've been,
Pushing away every bit of love before it could touch the walls I'd made.
I learned to exile those who got close—
How to warp time so the "hurt" stayed infinite
And the "hope" was just a thought I’d already swept away.
Then you drifted into my "orbit,"
Not as a burden, but as a star yourself.
You didn’t fear the trauma where my mind meets the dark;
You knew that Two Worlds Colliding doesn't just destroy—
They burst into flames,
Forcing my heart to burn until it is finally clean.
Now, love is a Constellation of my Scars.
It is the "raw, jagged edge" of my heart
You helped me learn to let people in instead of collapsing,
even if it's over now.