No one warned me that falling for someone could feel like accidentally opening an astronomy textbook. Suddenly everything in the sky began reminding me of her—blue moons, quasars, faculae, even weird celestial jargon I didn’t know existed two months ago. So I wrote a poem that wandered through the universe just to explain one feeling: How impossibly, ridiculously cosmic she makes my heart behave. I’ve always believed the universe speaks in patterns—gravity, tides, orbits, pull. And for the first time in my life, I felt that same cosmic pull in a person. S o I tried to capture that sensation, the astronomy of “us,” in a poem where every stanza mirrors the way she shifts my axis, pulls my tides, and rearranges my constellations. This isn’t just poetry. It’s the physics of being in love. Astronomy of Us 🌌 So peculiar is the Astronomy of us They think it's the same, but is anomolous. Like this pull between us that Feels lawful, ruly and also treasonous. Your beauty of a Blue moon ...
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