ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

Like stars in the sky, I want to be loved.

Like stars in the sky, I want to be loved. Like the moon, I want to be treasured.

I don’t want to be anything universal.

I don’t want to stand on a stage in front of millions, a million judging minds that travel as I enter.

Nothing scares me more than being in the spotlight, yet...

Nothing scares me more than being in the spotlight, yet...I crave attention.

One is enough for me.

One is enough for me. One person that thinks I’m someone to keep around.

One is enough for me. One person that thinks I’m someone to keep around. One person that shows me the light at the end of the tunnel.

One is enough for me. One person that thinks I’m someone to keep around. One person that shows me the light at the end of the tunnel. One person that looks at me and sees the moon, something so ordinary and hollow yet so new and magical.

That’s what I want,

just one.

I met a boy who looked like honey and smelled of salted caramel.

I met a boy who looked like honey and smelled of salted caramel. Something so sugary sweet that cavities lingered on your teeth when you looked at him for too long.

He was addicting.

So addicting.

The way his eyes scanned the room full of people that were entirely new to him but so familiar to me; walking up to my desk and sitting down, he was an angel.

I watched his eyes shimmer in the afternoon light. They were like a newly brewed espresso: chocolate brown with a tint of yellow in them.

He was a piece of jazz music, mellow yet so childish and happy.

We made a memory with every tune, every note.

I never wanted his fingers to leave the ivory keys.

Yet like every symphony,

Yet like every symphony, it was bound to end.

The moon had become new.

The moon had become new. The star had fallen.

And the star had become a wish for someone else.