And just like that she finally realized she didn't need anyone or anything else besides herself. It finally hit her like a brick that she was worth way more than what she settles for, and she was finally finished with all of the dull conversations and empty words. She thought to herself; how can you say you love me when you told me you'd leave me for someone else? She asked the same question over and over, why do I always feel so lonely when there's galaxies inside my heart and a whole entire universe that lays within me? It was because of the way she spent her time, settling for her desperate need of colliding stardust. She finally opened up her eyes when she looked in the mirror and saw herself for who she really was, a restless soul with a dark and poetic mind. She was through with giving away pieces of herself to those who did not take the time to fully understand her, she had more important things to do like gallop through nature and scream at the moon. Poetry was her soulmate, she belonged to nothing but her words. Every time she saw a blank page she imagined a thousand different ways to write what she had felt inside, she wished to steal back every last second she wasted on feeling lonely. She could finally understand that she was the ruler of her world, and although she was lost at sea it was only her who knew the way back home.