Starlight

I used to be haunted by the fear of being average

The notion of average was so despicable

I’d stay up all night working endlessly

Just to be more than average

But it’s hit me recently

Just how average I am

In every sense of the word

I have this flawless boy in my life

And he’s just about the most wonderful person I know

There isn’t a fiber in his being that I would describe as average

And when I’m with him, I forget that anyone else even exists

And I can’t help but realize my ordinariness

It breaks my heart

Because he’s not close to crazy about me

He tolerates me

He probably even likes me

I can’t complain

But when he’s with me

He isn’t even with me, really

I can see that he’s somewhere else

Somewhere far from ordinary

Somewhere far from me

I’m not beautiful or stunning and it’s true that he doesn’t belong with me

But I’ve come to terms with it

Ordinaries are necessary to fill in the gaps for the extraordinary folks

The moon has to replace the sun for a little while

But only the lonely and the masochistic would choose to live in the night

Selfishly, I pray he never sees the sun

Because he’ll realize how ordinary I am

I have a feeling he already knows

And the next extraordinary person he meets

Will sweep him off his feet

Like I never will

And he’ll finally be more than content

He’ll finally be mesmerized

And captivated by someone almost as extraordinary as himself

But until then

I’ll be his moon

And maybe drops of his starlight will fall on me.