My mind is a delicately strung system of stars. Everything is intertwined and tied together by a thin fragile thread. It only takes one memory of you to tip the entire system off balance. It leads me to believe that you'll always think you can play god with me, even when you're nothing more powerful than a passing summer breeze. Your breath gently blows out the light darkening my thoughts as if the sun in my solar system was snuffed out. I will never understand how someone could make me glow so brightly then shut it off as if it's too blinding. Too much to handle. Too precious to hold. I guess what I don't understand more is how unconditionally I could still love you. Even after you burnt my forests, pillaged my heart, and most of all cut that fragile thread connecting all of those stars that to me felt like they were so delicately strung just for you.
Chantell,
xoxo
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