There's a vacuum where my heart should be, there are craters on my arms where your hands should be.
And I can't remember the colour of your eyes, all I remember is that they held all of the stars.
And I wonder if they've burnt out by now.
How could you consume my universe and then leave?
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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...
