Anxious hearts
And loving nerves.
Late night stories
Of our lives
From up here.

These scars I
Show you,
But you refuse
To see.

Tell your friends,
Tell your family
Of this girl
You have found
That sits so perfectly
On your pedestal.

I'm shaking.
I cannot see.
My anger means nothing.
I mean nothing.
My fire is gone-
Only ash remains.

And where has
My halo gone?
Why did you take
What you had given?