A million stars
One man
A million men
A million stars
All of them were wrong
All of them were you
I tried to be quiet.
I tried to be happy.
I wasn’t ready.
Couldn’t you see I wasn’t ready?
Now I’m a black hole.
All to myself.
Seeing no one.
Touching only temporary
The hot bursts of passion,
Followed by the black silence
Of nothing, again.
Everyday I’m reminded.
Everyday I see a million stars.
All of them are you.
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