here is a poem i wrote
(it would mean a lot if you read it)
~A glorious dying star~
is it freeing for you to land your ships on me
to explore me
i cannot talk
im just a star
you don’t know that i despise being inspected and touched
but i shine so brightly
i know exactly what i am
im such a cute, shimmering star
is that why it hurt you to not scrabble every inch of me?
you like pretending to be a star too
but unlike me, you don’t know what star you are
so sometimes you’re burning hot and blue
you appreciate that stars like me exist
that im not yet a supernova
some days you are freezing cold and red
and you say that stars like me should remain in their clusters
because who could love a fragile, scarred star like me?
i work hard to light up the sky alongside my kin
because the sun just sits there, its already so bright
humans help the sun shine brighter
so we stay hidden until the sun needs help
thats all i am good for
staying hidden until im told
everyone wants to read about what a success the sun is
you want to bathe in its natural light
not mine
im not bright enough
im not big enough
im not good enough
i will never be as bright as the sun
the sun always masks my aura
city lights cover the way i shine
even if my glow is magnificent
and im at my brightest
you shut your curtains
and hope the light eventually dims
i am fading
i am close to exploding
no one will notice if one star goes away
there are so many other stars
they’re better than i ever could have been
i will never be a famous star
or a beautiful one
notice my essence and soak in it
before i am gone forever
and join the dust surrounding the atmosphere
