You left me with dry throats and blackened lungs. You left me with dark circles and a pale face.
You left me with no galaxies, you left me with empty planets, you left me with oceans that dried up and stars that burned out when you left.
You left me with a black hole I couldn't fill up with any other red lips or starry eyes or cigarettes.
And maybe it stung, but when I burned my skin with those cheap disposable lighters I could've sworn it felt like your touch on me again.
You left me with empty words and empty eyes and empty space.
Because that note, it said, "goodbye."
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all of the stars
Short StoryHow could you love her, when she was more than you could handle? Her touch burned like the sun. Her smile set off fireworks inside of you like supernovas. she was the centre of your entire universe. She had all of the stars in her eyes; and yet, her...
