Fall For You

This is not the poem

Of how you stole my heart,

Crushed it between your palms,

And sprinkled my ashes

Into your pathetic wake,

Because that is not

The story.

Tonight I cry the tears

You wish I cried for you.

Tonight I wish on the star

You think belongs to you.

Tonight I shatter the mirror

With the reflection of my nightmares.

Not your mirror, but mine.

It is not you that I miss,

I miss my self.

The self that could smile

And laugh

And sing

And kiss

And shine.

Because the self you've left me with,

Can only cry.

So sweety,

If you've thought of catching these tears,

Don't,

Because they don't fall for you.