When we first met I thought we were soulmates,
simple people with an even simpler love.
I was wrong.
We were not easy people,
our love wasn't easy.
We were complex.

You held constellations in your veins
and flowers in your bones.
I was a graveyard of everything horrible,
with blood pouring from my finger tips
and sorrow dripping from my eyes.

We weren't soulmates,
our love wasn't infinite,
we didn't have a happy ending.

But, we found ourselves.
People say when you're lost
look for the north star.
I found you
and I know,
**** don't I know.
That people can't be stars
but, you were.

You were.