She's been kissed with a large dark stain in her heart.
It crushes her into tiny glittering pieces.
She twirls through the air and leaves her mark nowhere.
She's just a smear on a pane of glass,
She thinks,
Someone memory of a person instead of a whole creation.
She's an empty vessel of heartbreak.
She used to be something worth mentioning.
Now she thinks no one will miss her : after all,
Nobody notices she's going.
