A Canyon-like force lingers in me, to push away
From this madness while ink stains
Run down my hand and my eyes spill
Dew drops from my petal eyes.
I collected the remnants of your soul,
At half past eight.
A hundred dreams swirled around the room
As you jostled me to a corner
And went for a shinier jewel of a girl.
a/n- I bet lots of us know rejection well.