Like a ghost just out of grasp
it strips off another piece of me
Settling for table scraps
Gorging myself on meager crumbs
It will not be satiated.
We are not meant to be
understood in these fragments.
Good luck, I will it.
Good luck, it meanaces,
Good luck good luck good luck
Shield the glow, stagnate in time
Pushed myself off the pedestal
to place you upon it.
Silly girl. Silly me.
While your promises are
as empty a substance as dead air,
I know that every word you tell yourself is true.
Only facts can tell you how
to destroy a simple thing,
and you tried to destroy the last simple piece of me I ever knew.
Good luck, good luck, good luck
It will be an honor to grieve you,
as it means I was able to love you.