They don’t tell me your name; you’re just a fascination i hold.
– a dream i once held, one Christmas ago. A snowflake away.
You screamed and your tore my heart open
Left in it isles of the shops that I hate to walk through now.
Forced me to fall and cut my wrists; made the floor red with your hate.
You never saw my tears. Never felt my pain. Just called me a liar and then shut the door.
You never turned and saw the broken mirrors that you caused. The dreams you inspired and the stupidity you made.
Tonight was a long one. The images were real, though the strangers never knew. & the heart was still beating.
You laughed at me once. You tore out my voice and now I can’t see. Not that that matters to you.
It was a simple card that I sent. One to America. One to your house.
One to your fire.
& there you watched me burn. & you smiled.
& it was never the same again.
So you understand Miss America, why i may pause if I still wonder.
& pause in the isle. Like a fool that fell. Like a king disgraced.
Time never changes. It’s just exaggerates the pain.
Watch the snowflakes fall. & see them red.