This time I am determined,
that trophy of superficial happiness shall be mine.
It is my time, to shine, to dine, merrily, be the star that never shone.

If I could gather your attention,
Just for one second of your time,
because time is of the essence.
I would like to raise a glass,
to my shimmering, glimmering, future.

Long live this temporary sentiment.
I shall be happy, for as long as possible.

Ripped jeans,
And beneath: torn ligaments
Fractures, bruises, scratches.
The pain, is no longer prevailing.

Such a thought to think you can't think
of anything worse.
Such a situation to be in.

Standing, leaning, slumping.
Collapsing, wallowing, lying.

Cold coffee,
Still warmer than your heart
that has grown colder than the Arctic in the winter.

One of these days,
we shall look back and laugh.
Tears joyously trickling down our cheek.
We'll wipe them aside and resume our stories
of which are filled with sorrow, yet shine brighter than ever.

One day you'll meet a guy
Who'll tell you you're beautiful
And you will believe him
More than you did me.