Jars of Stars

The Gallery

My heart fizzed effervescently just like when snails tread on salt,

Slowly sizzling in a pool of itself

Melting into nothing, only leaving a shell behind

My hands pressing against you from behind the glass mask

But force fields exist not to taunt, not just to flaunt

I leave misty fingerprints on the glass and tell you I miss you, I wish you

Could come out of this strange museum and I could take you home

But you are on display, you have to stay

I understand, you are the greatest piece of artwork in all the land

But I created you with my own hands, a product of

Two parts broken pieces and three parts secrets

And four parts of the stains of champagne on the floor

But now you're off telling everyone that I

Destroyed you,

And that you are just a sculpture taped together a million times,

A girl full of broken melodies and fractured rhymes

I'm here to tell you that it's about time you escaped your own mind

And came back home