bought me little, just a lot of
dead weight carried around. A penny
a day didn’t pay for all my pain. Wasted
time and a bungle of lies that destroyed

lives. I carried them in my pocketbook
the first year. They jingled as I walked up
the stairs. I said I'm pulling down stars. So, I moved
them to a bigger jar. Did they shine bright

in the thick of the night. But as the years
passed the lid didn't fit on the glass. The sparkle
turned to rust. And he blew me off as dust
in the wind, carrying the weight of a thousand sins.