Of Stars and Moons and Me

Day 1,983, 15:30 • Published in USA USA • by Agent ballerina

I only ever asked for the stars, and I got the moon
but that’s the funny thing about the moon you see
it only looks bright when a star gives it light

Never enough on its own
it needs a star to reflect

Was I your star?

was I the light that made you shine
brighter and nearer than any star
Any other body in my sky

But it wasn’t a moon I needed

it wasn’t a moon that could make me happy
because I needed more than a reflection of me
more than my light shining
for someone else to see

I wanted a star

But I found the moon instead

and the moon was nice
because it needed me
and it seemed so bright
so close

it needed my light
but it didn’t just need me
and maybe I didn’t need the moon

And so I looked for stars again

And now the moon no longer shines
my light is tossed aside
forgotten in rage and confusion
It is still there, and if only you could see

And maybe it is better to seek out the stars

Because the moon never really needed just me