i hear stories
of your eyes, how they'd hold the
galaxies and stars

U were Astrophile
Shined only tint bit of that blinding light
I was moon who pulled u closer
In orbit to shift the stars in a line

As she stares at the stars and you stare at her,
You wonder what she sees in them.
It’s the stars that make her smile like that.
You want to wash your hair with stardust,
Wear a necklace of a shimmering constellation,
Shove entire planets in your eyesockets,
And burst into a girl-supernova
So that maybe, just maybe, she will love you, too.