Sky Full of Stars

Look up to the sky 
and stare at the stars scattered
like pinpricks of light
against the blanket of the night.
Think of them as pieces of me,
with each piece trying to hold on tight;
for it's been so long
since of my last attempt
to reach out for you.
When I let myself burst 
for the final time,
to shine the brightest
that I could be.
See them as the words
that I've so long 
wanted to whisper
against your ear.
Pick out the ones
that you wanted most,
and discard the rest if you will.
I wouldn't mind,
not even just a little bit,
for all of them
was meant to be yours.