Stars are made from nothing but gas,
they are million of light years away.
Yet, every night
they appear winking back at me.
Stars are easy to love;
they are unaware of your existence
acceptant of your love
and, they\'re also nice to look at-
which is a bonus.
They will also melt the flesh of your bones,
if you get too close.
I guess loving you,
was like loving my own personal star
for millenniums, I kept you at arms length
afraid you would blind me but,
as I circled your orbit,
I found your gravity sucking me in.
I was infatuated by your bright eyes and
twinkling smile
and I fell hard.
Dead before I even hit the ground.
You got to close and seizing your opportunity;
you ripped the skin from my-
fragile bones layer, by layer,
by layer
and I let you.
The worst part is:
I survived.