Stars in your eyes
I never thought
I’d drink again
But falling off the wagon, my dear
Your inescapable backwards charms couldn’t help but
Create the freefall
Tied to your cleverly arrived at logical fallacies
And your unconventional beauty
I won’t even touch you
Won’t break the illusion
Conspicuously lost in a crowd of
average, half-witted, easily-influenced dogs
We whine and bark at your feet,
begging for a few scraps that fall from your lips
Idle words scrawled accidentally on a forgotten grave
Slaved over notes and self-doubt
No matter who validates you
you’ll never believe it
Empty shell of a great man from 1902
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