She believes she's not a universe
but she wants to be so bad
She ran her fingers through her hair
the same way God ran his fingers through the sky
as he created the stars, in perfect calculation
so every black curl would fall just right.
Her lips taste like raspberry and nicotine
desperation and pleading - words that are left at the tip
of her tongue so bitter and sweet it causes a
riptide through her soul that she can't seem to ride the waves of.
He told her once that her smile could light up a room
but her teeth appear to be broken
cause the only light she sees comes from the stars
and they're so bright and hopeful.
You can't grow without sunshine
but she can't seem to stop growing-
yet she believes she's growing in all the wrong directions
and when she looks down all she can see are the stars and
stretch marks that life leaves.
She believes she's not a universe
but she is, and it's so beautiful.
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