Apparel of starry nights and twilight,
Tracing constellations among flushing nebular scarlet,
Eyes like stellar heavens on the sleepless idle nights.

She fought back the tears that were threatening to fall.
She will not let him win.
Of all people, not him again.
He will not be her weakness.
He will not become a part of her.
Even if he did,
She will rip it apart from her.
It will hurt.
But then,
She will be free at last,
Like she always has been.

I don't want to study.
But that's not the problem.
I don't want to go to class.
That's not the problem either.
But,
I don't want to watch movies or read books,
Or sing songs or play games.
I don't want to walk or eat,
Or at least try to sleep.
I just want to curl up in my bed,
In a fetal position like a cooked shrimp,
And think and think and think
About everything wrong about this life,
Or maybe pray that I'd just vanish into thin air,
So nothing would matter anymore.

I want to lay down,
Maybe on the beach,
And stare into the endless sky,
As their eyes twinkle different hues.

I want to forget,
Maybe about everything,
And live a newer, happier life,
As you're erased from my memories.