standing in the limelight
and pretending
that you listen

might make me feel pretty
but i have had enough
of smiling too much
and feeling used

as we stumble under
the night black, the world
over us and we're
folding like paper over the wet grass
watching stars explode
you see white energy bursts
and i see possibilities

differences, i could take
them on
but when you look
at me
i feel like a possibility
thrown away,
not good enough.

not a romantic poem despite appearances