your eyes were made of finely crushed stardust that glimmered mesmerizingly when you told me in this moment, that you felt so incredibly alive being with me.
your voice held the fiery passion of the sun and the enrapturing tranquility of the moon when you whispered all those sweet nothings in my ear.
your tears were the milky way, ever flowing with a certain iridescent grace as we shared our goodbyes, a meteor shower of lost hope raining upon us.
you were a galaxy within yourself, this incredible beacon of vitality that i desperately clung to, yet was forced to leave behind for a course to find a far off one of my own. and all that we have now are black holes where our hearts should beat, and the tragedy of being star-crossed lovers.