A hunched-up troublemaker loner.
That’s me.
My walk, my clothes, beyond my earbuds
Even my playlist is melancholy.
You don’t know, do you?
Where the light above my bowed head is shining.
Even if it’s slow, it’s fine.
Because you’ll come to know it in the end.
You, one and only, are my celeb.
Don’t forget, you’re in a dim darkness
Rough, as if drawn with the left hand, but
You’re a brightly shining star.
Can you see it?
That your uniqueness ishow beautiful it is, I mean.
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Your tired expression is like you’ve turned the power off.
Even the sound of your heartbeat is quiet.
Your sparkle, imagination, even your identity
all slip away.
Still don’t get it?
A love poem just for you, one I haven’t finished writing yet.
It’s okay to wander.
I just hope it makes you smile.
You’re my one and only celeb.
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Constellations are drawn with every one of your footprints.
The awkward sketch drawn beneath your feet
is a path leading only to meet you.
Just go that way, along the dotted line.
Don’t forget.
In the gaps frozen over in this long winter,
you’re the one flower to bloom.
Can you see it now?
How beautiful the spring will be, a day from now.
You, my very own celeb.
