I Am a Star
A very common question asked by people everywhere is
What is love?
I can't say that I'm qualified to answer such a complicated mess of words and feelings
And yet still I wonder
Is it my fault that he makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world?
Even beyond our pathetic little planet, more like the entire galaxy
Where I sit amongst the stars
And he tells me that I am a star
That I shine as bright as all the millions and millions of stars combined
That I am the light of his life
Is it really my fault, that he reaches in and pulls me out of the depths of darkness?
He then proceeds to jump with me into the deep blue
Where we dance with the fishes
Smiling for decades and laughing louder than a thousand drumbeats
Enveloped only by water and peacefulness
Is it my fault that when I talk to him, butterflies seem to flap frantically around my stomach
And my cheeks redden with each passing second of being so much as near him
I too ask myself, what is love?
But how do I determine the difference
Between real love
And just a high school crush?
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