planet

you always compare me to stars,

you tell me I shine
that I brighten your every night
i am the glow in the darkness
the gleam in sight
though i have to tell you i cannot be compared
to a thousand stars that seemed beautiful
to the moon who waits for the sun
or to the sun that glitters at daylight
not even the majestic colors at twilight
then you tell me most girls like flowers
i do not
i like galaxies
inside eyes
inside people
i like waves of memories buried in the sand
i like remembering
i like existing myself.
for some stars are dead and i am alive
some stars wander but I have found home
stars... are not beautiful up close.
so if ever i will be compared then id rather be a planet

to host people
to love people even if they sting
to let people live.
to grow
And live myself.