I watched my love swallow the moon and stars kiss her cheeks as we lay in bed, the sheets tangled around out torsos and legs.
her smile nearly blinded me, the moonbeams stinging my corneas.
I watched her bathe in the sun and ride on clouds in the daytime. in the night time, she rode the milky way.
I'm not sure why I ever called her "my love." she belonged to no one but God. the universe had claimed her, and I could not compete with God or the universe.
the more the stars kissed her cheeks and sun drenched her in his warmth, the more she felt less mine, the more I was less hers.
and one day, the sky swallowed her up.
I still curse the sun, moon, and stars for taking her away from me and leaving me a miserable speck in the middle of the universe.
but I still pray and ask the stars to bring her back to me, even if it's for a second.
I still get no answer and I am forced to face myself here, alone in the universe.
