they say that she has a hard exterior, that she’s too closed off.
like a house with locked doors.
but that’s simply how the world has conditioned her to be.
the truth is;
she has a heart so big it consumes her.
it pumps shooting stars through her veins.
when it flutters, she flies.
you may mistake it’s beating for thunder in the sky.
in a world where all she has known is pain, heartbreak, and sorrow, she craves love like it’s oxygen and she needs it to breathe.
she craves being looked at by someone who sees galaxies in her eyes and a future by her side.
they say that she’s like a house with locked doors,
but if the right person knocks
she might just give them the key
to the universe.