Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night

its many facades

It wore the face of my silence, unable to utter even a single word.

It wore the face of my fear, for even a single frayed thread could unravel me.

It wore the face of my doubt, because if I took a single misstep, it would be my undoing.

It wore the face of my absence, its presence reflected what I couldn't reveal.

It wore many monstrous faces that you couldn't even discern if it was real.

But it was; for underneath those masks, it wore its true face but I didn't know what it looks like.

I wished it could be freer, purer.

I wished it could be louder until it embraces everything there is to touch.

I wished it could be like stars, that shone through the night.

But it wasn't; for the words and actions I should've shown were far out of my reach.

So I would just whisper as I ruin myself,

"I wish my love was more beautiful."