There were galaxies in her eyes. 

Pupils eclipsed by constellations, 

  meaning nothing to the untrained eye. 

Meaning everything to the ones who care to look, 

  studying the patterns and the pieces of her soul 

Every star carried its own weight

Resting atop her straining shoulders

Waiting for one false move, 

  one misstep causing a cacophony of supernovas 

Ones that will break the ground open and swallow her whole 

So she stood waiting,

  patiently as a pedastal for the planets 

Slowly letting the weight consume her 

Breaking down her being

Until someone comes along, 

  to help bear the weight 

And show her the beauty of the galaxies in her eyes