glitter

You crushed me

Changed my chemical 

Composition

Where I was made of stars

Now I am stardust 

Shining and 

Good for nothing 

Drifting because there is 

No gravity left 

To hold me down. 

what are we?

Are we the stars out 

Tonight?

Who stares

As our beauty lights 

The darkness around us?

Who gazes our direction

And desires

To be among us 

Far away

From the troubles 

Of the night? 

Are we the only stars out

Tonight? 

how about now

I just need to know 

That I’m not just

Trapped in your

Blind spot

Can you see me now? 

whoops am I bleeding again

Why, I said, 

Why can’t I stop thinking

About him 

I don’t even like him 

He bothers me 

You know

You smiled

And you said, because

You don’t pick 

At good skin, dear

You pick

At the scabs 

pointedly said

If the only point 

Of her

Is to be hot, then why

Is she writing poetry?

If the only point

Of her

Is to look good for me

She had better get her nose out

Of that book. 

If the only point 

Of her 

Is to be an object

Why is she so very much like 

A soul?

how do I do this, again?

I change form 

A thousand times a second 

Who am I

who will I be

Shape after shape 

but always

The same eyes

Looking out 

Just a very

Little bit

Sad. 

the smallest apology

Im sorry

I’ve started 

Writing poetry

Again. 

Which must mean 

I’m happy;

I must’ve 

Forgotten

At least a little

About you.