Do the stars weep for me?
Will the stars find me ruthless and calculated,
As so many jilted lovers?

Will they find me insatiable,
Like those I have taken, had, and refused?
Will they call me cruel?
For melodic tunes played on tugged heartstrings?

Will the stars weep for me?
My wretched form and bruised heart,
Beating like so many others
Under an unforgiving spotlight