Wounded Stars

 The cold nights with monsoon winds,

I lie under the million stars,

I think of the space and infinity,

I think of the infinite stars.

Do they feel like I do?

Are they hurt like I am?

Do they get anxious like I do?

Do melodies make them cry,

And every smile strangles them?

It's the cold night and the rainy wind,

She is lying there looking at me,

I hide my wounds,

She can't know I have them too.

She asks if I'm anxious?

Oh if only she knew the reality.

Light years away,

I stay here, lonely and sad.

I hide my tears and

Mask my fears.

I shine brighter than I can

Only to hide the darkness in me.

I shine with a nonchalant glow.

To her I'm perfect but I know

How broken am I.

I look down at her,

Silently watching her smile.

If my darkness makes me happy,

If my loneliness curbs her anxiety,

I'm ready to be this way forever.

I find my calm in the chaos,

I find my peace. As the little star,

Shines a little brighter,

I smile a little wider.

And I look at the little star and say,

Your wounds help me heal,

One day I'll take your pain away

And that's a deal.