entry eleven

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i never thought about the night sky
the dimly lit stars never amazed me
all flow together in perfect harmony
only to be forgotten the next day
each mistaken and never to be distinguished again
the moon was false hope
only reflection that fake smile the sun provides

i never thought about how i was that night sky
i was a star to get lost in the crowd
never to be pointed out a second time
i was that masked moon
that smile that plastered my lips

i soon came to love that night sky
looking at my reflection in the stars
i realized how important those stars were to me
i realized that moon was my symbol
this one thing i was never going to let get taken away

i promised myself the moon and the stars
it was my best friend
i always talked to the night sky
i always cried under the night sky
i always screamed out to the night sky
i always whispered to the night sky
in hopes someday it'd whisper back

blindly i believed in the night sky
my star wasn't going to burn out today
i always felt calm under the night sky
i knew the black cloak that shielded its beauty

i knew somewhere
someone thought the same about my best friend
my dear stars
and my dear moon
the sky was their savior too
and someday the night sky would bring us together

fate written in the stars
intertwined our paths
his breath fogged in the dark, cold air
his pink cheeks lit up
his pain filled smile
his slight gesture to pass

my hands flew towards his jacket and clutched on
they held the fabric within their palms
like a child clinging to its mother
i felt familiarity off of him
his shocked filled expression glanced at me

"hello mr. moon"
"hello miss star"

i was scared to become mixed within the rest of the constellation
i was a lone and dim star
never to be studied or loved

he was scared to become the moon confused with the sun
he was a fake smile hiding pain
never to be questioned or worried for

his smile shined once more
his black jacket faced me
he walked forward
to be alone once more
i sighed once more

my white jacket faced him
i walked forward
to be lost in the sea of stars

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