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The Fawn In Headlights

January 7, 2026
By littlecat BRONZE, Stl, Missouri
littlecat BRONZE, Stl, Missouri
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A deer, a fawn, a set of headlights burned into her

September 9th 12:15 am, the unknowing that's now a blur. 

The foolish girl and the caring boy who were never meant to be. 

States apart but yet bound together, the moon, the stars, darkness to its light. 

All so perfect to the sore eyes.

Yet the moon has its sun

Both are so much more important than the lonely star.

Stars that only shine because of the moon's presence, almost like someone hit copy and paste over and over again, nothing special.

But yet the sun, strong, powerful, unique, it doesn't need the moon like the star does.

They shine bright together, not one better than the other, almost like they are made for each other. 

So yet once again the star gets replaced by the sun, back to being just a lonely star, nothing special, no longer warmed by the moon's presence.


Just the fawn in the headlights. 

Wasn't seen till the light shone upon her.

Frozen up, shaken, unsure of what to do bc of this pretty boy,

the unfamiliar feeling of being caught, but was it too late? 

I mean, the light doesn't need the darkness. 

The light needs to be able to shine WITH someone, not on its own.

The headlight needs both of them to shine to make it to the end goal. 

But till then, the caring boy will keep on hitting different deer.

The moon will keep shining on different stars.

 

What makes this boy so caring? 

Why does he sound like a saint to this foolish girl?

The foolish girl didn't wanna fall in love with a boy that she couldn't have. 

But how can you not? 

The way he spoke to her, she wished that he were speaking to them into the universe.

She argued, she fought with herself, left open, but his brightness still shone on her.

She thought maybe for once she could shine, but she's just a FOOLISH girl.

She told him how she was like a deer in headlights, how she froze up. 

“And I push the deer out of the way and die.” 

The caring boy had yet to realise that he was driving the car. 

She pleaded for him just to hit her; she was worth anything.

“There's always beauty in chaos”

The fawn was once again hit with that stillness. 

The caring boy then continued to shower the fawn in his warmth, 

“Your are more then beautiful and worthy of love” 

“Yeah so pipe down and lift your head. 

“Just promise you wont hesitate to lmk if you're in a bad place.”

“Ik im not gon be your first option, but I'm here if you need me.”

“Wipe those tears and smile.” 

Why? 

Why is he being so nice to stupid, silly deer?

She argued and fought, but nothing would change his mind.

So the foolish girl became not so foolish.

She started to poke the caring boy for answers. 

He was once also just a foolish boy. 

He's never hit a fawn before, nor does he plan on it. 

He was hit; he was once someone's star, just a wandering deer.

But he believed in him self.

Surrounded by other moons, he got brighter. 

He stood tall.

He never wanted to hurt this foolish girl.

But yet no matter how much she yearns for him, she's not his sun. 

Those posts aren't about her. 

He doesn't think of her. 

And he shouldn't, they can't be one. 

He surrounds him self with gorgeous women. 

Not girls. or fawns, or deers.

So in the end, yes, she's still the foolish girl and still the caring guy. 

Nothing changed besides now the fawn lies in darkness, covered in a different type of warmth.

She may not have died, or be alone.

She still has her pretty boy. 


The author's comments:

This is my very first poem! It's about long-distance relationships where you truly love them, and they love you back with everything in them, but the relationship is not able to work out simply because of the distance. Yes, this is based on my events, but maybe someone can connect to it. me and I were just friends, but we were blinded by love, sadly, we couldn't make the distance work across the country.


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