an innocent wish,

started something beautiful,

something painful,

something sad.

a star cannot love in the sense people can

however, a star can study,

a star can learn,

a star can experience.

and as that human girl gave her life,

to keep him burning,

the star felt,

the star experienced

a feeling he never wanted to feel again—

a horrible, rotten, disgusting feeling,

a  miserable feeling called pain.

this feeling,

changed something inside the star,

it allowed him to love.

i am not a poet,

nor am i a poem.

i am not a writer,

nor a book.

i am not a painter,

nor a painting.

i am not a sculptor,

nor a sculpture,

i  am not the artist,

nor the muse.

i am an idea,

that exists

only

in your imagination