The first installment of a possible poem collection I might do.

I could never put the stars in the sky, even on my tiptoes I still couldn’t reach

until you came along and took the collection of stars from my hands and hung them for me

and together we sat and watched them transform into constellations

until you got bored and pulled the stars down, giving them back to me to figure out how you got them up in the first place.

I ended up writing this poem several nights ago when I was feeling relativity sad about nothing in particular. I was feeling something sad inside of me about my lack of romantic feelings towards people and vice versa. I hope this poem helps people know that they aren't alone in this type of feeling. I plan on writing more poems about this type of stuff, dealing with emotions, hopefully conveying the emotions that they can't fit into words.