Breaking the Moon and Fixing the Stars

We loved staying up at night,

Staring at the stars above us,

Naming the constellations,

And admiring the bright beauty of the moon.

Those nights were special,

As we talked about seeing the stars,

And our potential to reach them.

We all were broken,

In our own special way.

This brokeness,

And the night sky,

These two things were enough,

To bring us together.

We tried fixing each other,

Since we couldn’t do the same,

For ourselves.

In the end,

With all of our efforts,

We ended up hurting ourselves the most.

We crumbled even more,

And put the blame on each other,

Instead of taking responsibility,

For our own actions.

We had demanded we bring the moon to each other,

And the stars,

One by one,

From the night sky.

But what was the point?

All it would illuminate,

Is the chaos from within,

That we tried so hard to hide from ourselves.

Now we wait,

For the next group of people,

Whose problems we try to fix,

Instead of our own.

Another group,

To stare up at the stars,

And speak of the possibilities,

Just out of our reach.