The poem begins as a tender love poem. The speaker stares at a lone star and sees the person they adore: bright, singular, a hope in the dark. They admit this person can be "a hot mess" full of toxicity and flame, but insist that's not how they see them. Other stars appear as the clouds clear, and the speaker dismisses them all. Nobody compares.
Then the star blinks back, and the spell breaks. It's an airplane. The tone swings from romantic to furious, with a burst of swearing and a comic complaint that the airplane has ruined the metaphor. The speaker even tells it to get out and let a real star take its place.
The ending softens, though. The airplane isn't a good stand-in for the loved one's beauty, but it still reminds the speaker of them. The mood is funny and self-aware, but the affection stays real. The joke is partly on the speaker, who can't stop loving the thing that isn't quite what they thought.