its been a long time

‘[you are] beautiful but [you] don’t mean a thing to me” (dcfc)

we are stardust.
break me into a thousand pieces and scatter me across the sea,
i can only be still if i am being moved from the inside out.
‘dontmeanathingdontmeanathingdontmeanthing’
i can’t help but be curious as to whether you had that moment of clarity,
‘this is the moment that you know…’
and if you were mortified when the words came out
‘…that you told her that you loved her but you don’t’
did you hear me catch my breath?  can you hear me coughing now?

and i dont want you,
but i can’t help it, remembering your voice i felt so powerless…

[i feel powerful now when people recoil from my stare.
i stopped being polite a long time ago.]