Constellations

I will not write you poetry comparing you to the stars,
For I have spent countless hours staring at constellations...
And even Orion betrayed and broke my heart
And shot me in the back with his silver arrows...
I will not tell you how you're my morning star,
How you are the bringer of light in my life.
I will not let you know you make my life brighter
For you are nothing more than a cloud of atoms
Circling my star.