dramatic little dreamers
with their dramatic little
pauses cease to amaze
me anymore. they write
little sonnets that no
one gives a shit to read,
their hopelessness
spread out on the page
like a beacon. yet the
beacon goes unseen,
because nobody cares.
their dramatic little
hearts are burning and
no one sees.

because no one cares
about dramatic little
dreamers with dramatic
little pauses.