a poet's attempts at communication

the stars are jealous of you, dear

Sometimes, i lay awake at night
And i think about you in my head
And i allow you to occupy every corner of my mind
Every inch of my body
And i can't keep this much pure admiration to myself
So i open a window and lean out into the dark
And i tell the stars that your eyes are far more beautiful than they are
And that your freckles make them look so simple
And that your smile shines greater than they do
Afterwards, they become angry
And jealous
Yes, the very stars that rule the heavenly darkness
Become jealous of you and how you have stolen my heart
And they grumble as i go on, with awe on my breath
Because there is nothing about you that is comparable to anything
—-Except maybe the stars