My Nothing.

See me as I am.
Let me show you, Stranger.
How will my stories harm you?
Will you even listen?
Please see my beauty.
The beauty that is often lost in the whole.
Again, I am not whole.
Simply a part.
I am unfinished.
And my story is yet to be written.
Tell my story, Stranger.
After I am gone.
I want my name resting on their tongues.
The youth.
The Old.
This is the story of a “Something Girl.”

This time it’s sin.
It’s this disease.
Whisper to me the cure.
Be still, My Love, or they will see.
Now help me save the stars.
Because they fall.
Unseen buds, hidden, infinite.
Blindly caught by the black of night.
When did they fall from their thrones?
Poor, reckless, relentless stars.
Dance.

This is a perfect tragedy.
Reach for me,
But I've disappeared.
I'll whisper direction.
Come find me.
My nothing.