Manufactured Shooting Stars This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 3, 2010
I hate to admit it …
But I have never seen a shooting star.
No matter how hard I look
At the moon-lit and star-drenched
Lunar heavens that stretch so far above me.
I have never held my breath
And counted to ten
Or clicked my heels three times
In order to let go of my heart sorrows,
And let them fly away with a comet.
The closest I have ever come
To wish-making
And dream-growing
Was to listen to your words.
Your hollow
I love your speech whispered against my temple.
Sometimes I closed my eyes and tucked them away
And turned those beautiful words into my own
Manufactured shooting stars.
But sometimes,
I dissolved them in the night sky.
Because I didn't truly believe you.
But lately
Though I haven't stopped staring at the night sky,
I've stopped looking for those wishing stars,
I just let the skyline
Do my dreaming.
I don't want to desire so hard that I lose myself,
I don't want to make up reasons to return your warm and lying words.
I don't want to pin myself on a piece of space rock,
No matter how
And Beautiful
It is.
I just want to live without this thoughtless wishing.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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dfbshjdfsjdfbs said...
Jun. 21, 2014 at 4:37 pm
It's beautiful :')
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