Some solitude doesn't always mean that you're all alone. Maybe that realization will do you wonders. And, maybe, you can find yourself in this poem, in 'her,' whoever she may be.
"We are the darkest star" she says,
As she tries hard to sleep,
For though you've never shone,
It helps her when she weeps.
Her heart knows of the love
She keeps burning for you,
But it too knows the pain,
The fire through and through.
For though it burns and breaks her,
She find she is a fool,
For when you gaze and smile and speak
Her love for you is cruel.
And at the thought of you,
Her heart falls out of beat.
Maybe you're the only thing
That makes her feel complete.
But when you leave and go away,
She finds herself alone,
With no place that her foolish heart
Could ever call a home.
And then she finds her light's turned off,
And she's no longer bright,
For here alone, without you near,
She can't put up a fight.
But those few days that she sees you
She finds that you still care.
She tells herself that lights turned off
Don't mean that nothing's there.
And later in her room that night,
She tries hard not to weep.
"We are the darkest star" she says.
She smiles, and falls asleep.