Stars—Aron M.

       Star night, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
       How magical was that? How innocent. My wish was love. My wish was you. So wishes come true? Or is that just childish bullshit made up for fun? They say stars are born out of a tornado in space. Strong winds and harsh fires twist and turn angrily in space. Then out of all that struggle, a star is born. How funny, how very ironic. I wished for love and I got it. My 10-second love, my short lived romance. It was great while it lasted. Then everything changed,the stars spoke to me tonight.
       They said you didn't want me, they said you found another. How can I ignore such bright, powerful, voices? You didn't call, you didn't text. Weeks had gone by, and I heard nothing from you. The stars mocked me, "We granted your wish? What more do you want?!" They said.
       I saw you in the cafe across the road, there was a girl on your arm, kissing you and drinking hot cocoa. I walked back to my house with a red face and tears streaming down my cheeks. I burned our pictures and threw your necklace in the river. I tired to talk to the stars at night but they wouldn't talk back. The only stars that talked to me were the stars I saw in your eyes.
       I should've never trusted those stars in the first place. I should've known better than to wish upon a star like a stupid five year old.

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