Doux

I tried to make this poetic but I am so broken right now

But the stars, they are
dead.

(and this is where the healing starts)

All that remains are
ghosts
of their lights.

(you actually waited by the five-point crossing
on the first date when we were supposed to
meet by the metro. You pretended it was a
mistake. I didn't believe you but I thought
I'd let it pass)

Because lights
take their time to travel
through the space-time.

(I literally begged you to see me that time,
and you didn't)

So it's years,
light-years, before
they reach us on earth.

(At least I don't have to pretend to like your
fake-deep facebook posts anymore)

The stars we see
are not really there.
Just the shadows.

(You broke my heart, okay? You broke my heart
and now I can't even fucking feel where it is)

That's supposed to be so
poetic, isn't it?