Letter to The Girl from whom I stole a Star

Our star called himself      
Young at heart    
 He called himself warm    
And we thought of him as such      
And bathed in his light      
     
I'm sorry that I stole him from you    
He made you feel special    
And mature    
And at 12 years old    
It still hurts to let go      
     
He was so clever      
Our star    
Blinded by his light    
I built a cage of forevers    
Promising to be by his side    
     
I was but 14 myself    
I didn't know any better    
Captivated by our star    
Laying in golden fields      
I thought it was fate    
     
He was ancient, our star      
Though that fact he'd deny    
I'm 20 now and yet,      
Still younger then he was then    
And now I see it      
     
I see him    
A monsterous mass of hydrogen      
He was ancient at 24      
His touch would have melted    
The meat off our bones      
     
He would have devoured us    
Destroyed us    
Burned us alive      
He would have met me face to face      
If I had given him the chance    
     
Knowing what almost was      
It destroys me      
He's destroying me      
Without the need for smooth words      
Even now      
     
Even so    
I'm glad to know      
He never got to burn you    
I didn't know it at the time      
But in a way I was protecting you      
     
You'll be 18 by now      
Maybe you're seeing it yourself    
How monsterous our star was    
The damage that could have been      
And I'm sorry    
     
It is so hard knowing    
What almost happened      
And not knowing      
Where our star      
Shines his light now      
     
We can only hope    
That history repeats      
And those who know his light
Never feel his heat
We can only hope they don't get burned