Star

You said that we

are doomed to be damned.

Because apparently,

somewhere along the way

of secret phone calls

at two am and

kisses out in the rain

before the school bell rang,

and all the secrets that we told,

and all the blood promises made,

we never thought to ask

each other for our names.


So we called each other

dreamer and star,

but star, I miss you.

Star, I love you.

Star, you are the brightest

star in my life and

I think that maybe,

just maybe somewhere

between our runs at dusk

 and our walks til dawn

I might have fallen

in love with you.


But now you are gone,

and here I am, all alone...

waiting for a hero

that will never show.

Why'd you have

to meet the knife?

Why did you take your life

that night?

Why did I fall for someone

I knew would never stay?

Will I see you again one day?