dammit, I'm drunk. But I wanted to post a poem anyway...it's part of a book of bad poetry that I've been working on for years. The poem's as of yet untitled, but it's about...umm...astronomy.

Blinded by the sun, consumed in its majesty --
an illusion of proximity, a false sense of closeness --
unaware of an equal star, brighter, lighting your night,
watching over you as you stumble through the dark.

The sun shines for all, bathing them in its warmth,
uncaring, unsympathetic to the plights of your life,
secure in its position as the one that you adore,
uninterested in requiting the attention it receives.

But the star shines just for you, winking in the night,
unseen by most, desiring nothing more than your recognition --
wanting nothing more than to make you happy,
waiting for the attention you give the sun.