i used to make them cry and they would weep
blood tears in dark rooms. i used to hold, just out of reach, everything in and
outside of a universe. i would stand beside you as if i were across a room or sit in the corner, create forlorn looks,
false longing, feelings of intense alone. i would pull them all down with every word that passed my lips or floated across dead eye stares.
i told you the stars hated you.
and now i am weak. now i sit, and i am the one with
cold tears of loss and you, are gone. i forgot to remember that
this, it all ends, and i was never one to
play alone.