Brain Stew || Poetry Collection

Stars

The stars that light up the night help me breathe.
I don't have to see them to know they're there.
I wonder if, to them, I'm a star
Lighting up their night.
Probably not.
But if I was, would I be one of many?
Or am I their only star.
Is it selfish to wish for that?
To be their only star?
To be their sun?
Probably.
But I can't help it.
I want to be that important to them.
I want to be at least one of them.
I wish I could be a star.