When the hormones kicked in I do not know, but
somewhere in my teenage years I tripped on love.
An exchange of looks, a wave, a wink,
was all that took for my young heart to soar.

They were all northern stars,
shining brightly from a distance.
Taking me on illuminated journeys through the night,
only to get dimmer and leave me in the dark.

Some shone for longer, some twinkled brighter,
but only now do I know that sometimes the light we see,
are from stars that are already dead!
Thus, I was following death, though it seemed like light.

Maybe that's why my heart still aches,
from being lost alone in the darken sky;
why my world is filled with rains made of tears,
and emotions bursting into hurricanes.

Maybe that's why the wind refused to carry my cries,
and blew louder to drown them in it's wailing.
Maybe that's why the rainbow in my world,
is covered by dark clouds with no silver lining.

Maybe that's why like all other times,
he will not be mine; he will never stay.
Like other times I will wait for my star to shine,
almost see it, but then watch it die, again.