i used to make them cry and they would weep blood tears in dark rooms. i used to hold, just out of reach, everything in and outside of a universe. i would stand beside you as if i were across a room or sit in the corner, create forlorn looks, false longing, feelings of intense alone. i would pull them all down with every word that passed my lips or floated across dead eye stares.

i told you the stars hated you.

and now i am weak. now i sit, and i am the one with cold tears of loss and you, are gone. i forgot to remember that this, it all ends, and i was never one to play alone.