‘you have stardust in your veins.’
And fling you into the night.
(justification for offering you to the dark,
to be forgotten once out of sight)
A “dying star” they tag you,
running their hands along your wrist;
except that is only half true,
but that doesn’t matter once you’re shrouded in mist–
-coloured pink and pale blue,
cherry blossoms like some Japanese cartoon.
You are not you.
But a story, poem, heartbreak
to be immortalized in paper and glue;
tragic and tortured
–because how else would they love you?
? (I need another sign-off, that image wasn’t even mine, I just found it on the interwebz)
PS. Oh would you look at that. Actual, regular posts?! Hah, no. The last 3 were things I had written before but forgotten to put on here but then decided I shouldn’t deprive you of those because they are so great just the best top marks top notch the absolute best is what they are.
PPS: how’s this for a sign off: