he said i was
his shining star
his beacon of light
his radiant girl
i thought he meant
that i was exceptional
extraordinary
but i saw
how he was like the night
on the inside
with his devilish smirk
and unhealthy desires
constant addictions
and i knew i only seemed to shine
because he was so dark
so empty
so i crumbled to dust
in his hands of wrong
the remnants of
a shining star
written for @drunkenmusic 's poetry contest
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Fleeting Thoughts
Poetryi cannot grasp them so i write them down /intended lowercase/
