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He had Named her Starshine

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There was never anything so lovely, so poetic, 
Lying here beneath smashed ribs, a wandering 
Heart much less brave and beautiful than you 
Promised it to be, penned down in borrowed ink straight 
From the veins of a tired man's wrist. 

You, shackled man, with sleepy eyes and weathered hands, just
Smiled, promising her, as she swallowed blocks of salt to try and burn 
The demons trapped in the pit of her stomach, you knew 
Exactly what freedom was. "The righteous man 

Could have at least learned enough of the truth 
To have faked a holy purpose," smoothing matted hair 
From sewn eyes, your stained, paper butterflies taking the chocolate 
Wrapper roses from the unfilled spaces of her hollow bones. 

"I had loved you," you, grinning, mad king began again, taking 
Her bruised face between calloused hands, "Before even
your own gravity; why should I not 
Love you until your traded particles 
Have scattered and left you 
With only a fading recollection of a time 
When you were almost as lovely
As the starlight you were crafted of?" 

And that 
Beaten girl did show her teeth, and let
Those wounded butterflies
Rest 
Under her tongue. 
Written about people who aren't real
Who are based on people who are real
Who are not as real as they'd like to be.









© ~SomethingOnceSacred
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a-la-douce-memoire
sometimes i go back and listen to songs that mean stuff to me. sometimes I come back and read poems like this. I love this. Still.