sometimes,
at night,
when i lay on
the soft grass carpet
and turn my face
to the blinking, twinkling stars,
i forget,
for just a fleeting moment,
all about you
in a split second,
the flap of a wing,
the blink of an eye,
i live in a world
where my heart
has not been
smashed to pieces
by your swinging baseball bat
i live in a world
where i'm still
that young, naive girl
with romantic dreams of love
i live in a world
where you never even existed
i feast my eyes
on the wobbly constellations,
the bulls and lions and fish,
and every single painful scar
just
falls
away