You say the stars
never blind constantly
in the gray.

I smirk as the
stars seem to burn
all the holes in my
heart.

Each one reminding me
about memories long gone.
When I stomped away
with frustration.

When you said I
never deserved
the love that
films we watched
foretold.

So you're right,
and I stumble
each step with
blinded salted tears.

And I feel that
your triumph
makes me want
to die.

Yet all you can do
is grin in victory,
and I'm all...

All secluded in
your bittersweet
glory.

07/12/2010

Posted on 07/12/2010
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