Bitter words and Angry Hearts

Missed the Mark

I don't know what to do

Without my best friend.

Never could we have foreseen this.

I couldn't fix it even

If I wanted to.

If ideas were stars,

The night sky has become barren

As a desert.

They have stopped helping me.

I have lost my best friend.

I cannot fix this...

I have no glue to fix

This broken vase.

Maybe there is hope,

But maybe this is the inevitable.

I don't know whether I should

Say sorry.

Or if I should

Wait for something more.

Should I wait for a sign?

Or is action the proper course?

Could there be a harder choice

In this world?

Seems so.

But I wouldn't handle them

Half as bad as this.

Perhaps I have just

Missed the mark.

Did I cross the line?

I have yet to be told.

Anger has never been

My strong suit.

I bottle myself together.

But some are unfortunate enough

To uncork the glass.

Fragile but efficient,

I've been fractured but I still work.

I am faulty and prone to crack,

But maybe I should come up

With my own ideas instead

Of letting the stars decide my fate.

Misery loves my company but

At least my best friend would

Make it subside.

If only for a little while.

Now I cannot escape from it.

The misery.

The guilt.

The anger.

The stars have worked until now.

Perhaps I should use my fiery blood

Instead of the glittery specs of dust

Sitting and watching from the sky.

But perhaps I've missed the mark.

And nothing will work.

Perhaps I'm too late.

Perhaps I'm foolish.

And perhaps I've missed the mark.