The sad truth is that

you don’t have a universe 

growing inside of you

and your eyes don’t

shine like galaxies

you are made of 

beautiful skin

and strong bones

And that is okay

Because someday 

you will find someone

And he is going to

make your stomach drop

and your legs shake

And wether he stays 

or he doesn’t

When you look at the stars

in a lonely summer night

You are going to remember

the color of his eyes.

c.m.

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