galaxies.

h.

her. no other name needed, because it speaks volumes. speaks of pain, of nights waiting for her to get home, of screaming and yelling and so, so much fear.

but thank you.

she has taught me pain. she has taught me to hold my head high, even when the world is on my shoulders—my world. she has taught me to give when i have nothing, because that is everything.

she is not me, but she has built me.