Wicked

We are.
Wicked.
WICKED.
Goddammit, we’re so wrong, we’re so right for each other.
The crash and burn of two deranged minds.
The explosion, which somehow created this new kind of supernova,
and which radiation outshone my entire galaxy.
Then the remnant shall stay, yet float forever free.
A sovereign virtue.
And that, my dear stellar, is why I love you.