Tears, fun, despair on repeat,

Many have come and gone akin to memories,

Vast amounts of space grew between us,

Divine timing rightfully work for us,

A heart marked by wounds that will never reopen

A mind clinging to pain, still searching for closure.

Organs remain functional though each breathe a dread

A reality of a life that no one else has read,

I create and destroy unlike my energy,

I design and build with every part of me.

No longer filled with joy with a smile from ear to ear

No more staying up til midnight to see reindeer

Not enough memories to be made to save for a rainy day

Full exposure to rejection every day.

Was the magic ever real, or was it just my belief?

If even stars can fade, what hope is left for me?

A sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.