Put a knife to my throat and split it open,
You won't notice blood gushing out.
When I ran out of tears my eyes bled,
I'm hollow now, even my soul fled.

It’s
Not
Difficult
To
Love well
                  
            Unless you’re selfish

THEN IT’S IMPOSSIBLE

I'm done. I was hurt. I foolishly cared. Now I dont.
Done.

I wish I was an aurora.
My performance will be a blissful rare site.
I'll dance from sky to sky unhindered at night.
My manoeuvre making spectators gasp.
Witnessing me sing will render luck bright.

I wish I was an aurora,
My lovers would camp despite freezing just to peek.
They'll try to touch me but fail.
They'll hold me dear only to lose me instantly.
I'll be their memory, remembered vividly.

I wish I was an aurora.
I'll be the goddess of dawn.
I'll be the chariot of light in darkness.
I'll harbour revolutions in lives.
I'll enlighten everyone as my own.

I wish I was an aurora.
I'll be valued and worshipped by some.
But I'm not an aurora,
I'll die insignificant and glum.

Did you push her?
Did you watch her cry for help?
Did you see her crumble in front of your eyes?
Did you see the magnitude of your influence?
Did you feel the raw insanity in her eyes staring back at you?
You let her lay there while you watch sober, cold and coherent; you fed on her tears and broke her down until she stopped feeling. Numbness sat beside her for years.