so sad is it to hear
the wailing of the car radio
because what's sad is not their tears
but the ironic pain of which they don't know

you can write about love and happiness
those are life's simple pleasures
but the the depth I have from this emptiness
can not possibly be measured

you think you've felt pain
when the tide in your eyes come in
you think you're insane
because society played you again

I've got some news for you
I won't try to put this nicely
the pain you thought you know
is a piece of this mess that is unsightly

I won't tell you that I'm better
when genetically I'm broken
but I hope that when you read this letter
you won't try to leave it open

I've shown you my crazy
a number of times
my thought are a mess and often hazy
but I'll be out of them in no time

you have to understand
you must read me very carefully
place me in your hand,
under lamplight,
in the quaint corners of this small house that was once home
you can still see my smile
if you flip to the first page
you can still hear my laugh
thoughout this book, I marked it more than once
you can still touch my skin
within the bindings of the paper
and on the last page, you can see
the little girl you wrote so eloquently

do your hands understand the laws of space?
they seemed to find the stars even when the lights are out.

in all the universe, you found my small galaxy & held it with your nimble fingers.

I felt it in my core where my sun lies, dim and weak, waiting to ignite

why the core?

why does something tender strike so deep?

when you let go, did you reflect on your work? I mean, you left a hole in the universe…

did you ever stop to marvel at the vast emptiness?

how could you walk away, how could you hold me and not see my colours?

of all the hands that have felt the warm touch of your fingers, was mine not worthy?

it was cold, limp, brittle and breaking by the burn,

but I held on, knowing deep down, in every star, that it wasn't enough, that you would eventually let go

and so you did.

leaving me floating in search of another star to devote myself to.