i gave you 59 stars,
and you all but threw
them away.

each with a meaning,
an inscription,
if you will.

a dozen red, red
roses.

a few dozen tears down my
cheeks.

a few moments of doubt on your
part.

minds plague the heart,
but you're not supposed
to logically love.

what does it mean?
it doesn't exist.

so please,
come back to me.

let us revert to
the way we were.

i'm terribly destroyed,
i am a mess.

i am no longer me,
and you are no longer mine.

xoxo