Not So Little Star

I wish I could capture a star.

I would reach out, pluck it from its web,

and give it to you.

All so I could just see that twinkle in your eye again.

But I know

you would just hand it back to me.

Ashamed I would let you gently

drop it back into my hand.

I would bury it deep in my pocket,

and let it burn the outside of my thigh.

Singed hair and charred flesh, another

result of the enslavement of beauty.

It looks best with you.

I let the star blaze,

Searching for a way out.

It can't handle the rejection either.

It could light up any room.

Instead, it's hidden away.

I want it to shoot back towards the sky,

back where it should be,

Instead,

it finally burns a hole in my pocket.

It ventures the nothingness, lighting a path towards an endless dark.

It gets dimmer,

and dimmer,

until eventually,

it just fizzles out.