I curse at the constellations
Until I break down and beg for the way things used to be
I used to worship the thought of you
But I've set the alters ablaze
Some days my limbs feel more like lead than stardust
Because of you
Some days I trace the scars on my heart and wonder if all wounds heal so unlovely
Because of you
The acid you spat at me hurt
But not as much as the slow decay of my flesh
You hurt me
But I hurt myself more
I know you hate me
But I hate me more
