Poetry and Song

Reticent Star

A lone star shines bright in the sky.

It reminds me of you, actually.

A bright light in the endless abyss.

A sole hope against the dark ceiling above.

My Reticent star, you are the only one for me.

You do not see yourself as I see you.

A hot mess, a tangle of toxicity and flame.

But that is not what you are to me.

As my eyes adjust to the night, as the clouds move away,

I see the other stars. Not as bright. Not as beautiful.

They mean nothing to me. There is no star to surpass you.

I deserve better, you say, but where? I see no equal.

I focus my eyes back on you, my bright, beautiful, shining star.

I gaze upon your glory. I blink, and you blink back.

You. Blink back at me. Something is amiss... I know.

I know what you are now.

A fucking airplane.

A god damned.

Motherfucking.

Airplane.

Why must you ruin my metaphors?

Bitch, get the fuck out.

Let a real star take your place.

Honestly. The fucking nerve.

A lone airplane shines bright in the sky.

Despite it not being an adequate representation of your beauty,

It still reminded me of you, my Reticent star.