You Never Understood Why I Bled Stars As I Slept

I dream about space way too much.

And as I laid in your arms, comets flew behind my eyelids and you swore my lips were glowing.

You always loved when I described universes,

Especially the ones inside of you.

And maybe you saw some hopeless romanticism  in the empty space that made up my heart.

But I always warned you,

Space is meant to be empty, you can not fill it with love or darling I think I might implode.

You would laugh, clutch my wrists and silence my words.

Perhaps you thought they were empty threats,

As if my universe could all of your love with room to spare.

You never quite understood why I called myself a comet.

But thats an explanation for another time.

We were much too young,

My universe was far too empty.

And its a comets duty to...

Well, that's for another time.