I sit behind cracked windows,

Watching the day fade to darkest night,

As shimmering stars burn like pyre light,

Around the vain moon's candle wax complexion,

Sweet whispers of your once undying devotion,

Evade my destitute memories of your fabricated past,

The dull hammering of my heart,

Accompanied by rhythmic raindrops,

Dancing across the dirtied windowpanes,

Filling me with this inhuman sense of calm,

I look to the Heavens high above,

Wondering if I will ever find a love,

As pure as I believed yours to be,

Praying it will not be poisoned,

Or tainted by desecrated lies…