Where are those diamond rings you all promised me? By this time I should have mountains, and rivers overflowing.
Where are those stars you all promised to bring down for me? Those moons you all promised to make me mine.
I suppose you forgot the same way I did your name, your face, your figure. I lie still now, no more tangled in sheets, no more tangled in you. Just matted in strips. Just tangled in me. Only ever me.

Did fog cover that sky?
Did snow cover that road?
Did rain drown your lungs?
Can’t you swim?
You couldn’t wrestle that shooting star down, even for me?
Why that’s a real shame…