Big Bang

They ask me, “did she hurt you?” and all I can force myself to say is that she didn’t mean to. That hearts are mending in different ways and if I am not the way then that is not her fault. She follows a star much farther then mine but they shine just as bright. I once bought her a flower and told her that she shines so bright it would feed off her light but the flower died because my words are only fiction spilling off my tongue. And I didn’t mean to lie to her when I said that I would go to the moon and back, but I can’t afford a spaceship and she wouldn’t wait for me to come back. She was chasing that next pay check when I was just checking the weather to see if I could walk into the park with her hand. She was walking on the pavement in her summer dress and I, with my battered sweater and used jeans with a broken smile across my face walking aimlessly in the forrest. Or was time not by my side, when I told her that my heart was a falling star with her name on it and she was not ready to have that star falling into her space. When I tell you that she didn’t mean to, I mean to say that her heart wasn’t my matching puzzle piece. Her future is not in mine but I still tell her that she is the most beautiful creature I’ve seen until I see another one that passes me by. I don’t move with purpose, I don’t walk with swift feet to find anything, but to love and explore all I can. I didn’t lie when I told her she was the sun to my flower; She’s just not the big bang that made my star.