I see the Milky Way in your eyes and when you smile I cannot help but think of the brightest star in the sky. Your laughter is as magical as the sound of the ocean as it’s being pulled into shore by the moon each night. Oh, those freckles are constellations across your face that I’d spend my whole life memorizing. You have galaxies in your soul and I swear to god sometimes I notice the rings of Jupiter swirling around your head.

But galaxies come with black holes. They are impossible to understand. They are impossible to control. They are impossible to fix. They tear down everything in their path. They have no mercy. Your soul is full of galaxies. It is damaged and shattered and skewed. It is so beautiful.