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Giver
You asked
For the
Stars
I promised
You
Every last
One we could
Count
But I
Don’t
Think the
Sky has
Anymore to
Give
In fact
It may
Never
Recover
What I
Took
From it
To give
To
You
I tore
Chunks
From my
Flesh
In the
Hopes
You’d hold
One
To your
Heart
You
Never
Liked the
Stars
Did you?
You always
Seemed
To prefer
The
Moon
This
Hurt
It’s so
Intense
I haven’t
Felt such
A
Burning
In my
Life
I have
No more
Stars to
Give
I
Am
Too
Shaky to
Lean
On
This
Emotion
Turned to
Scar tissue
I
Am
Dry
I
Am
Hollow
You asked
For the
Stars
I promised myself the world
For the
Stars
I promised
You
Every last
One we could
Count
But I
Don’t
Think the
Sky has
Anymore to
Give
In fact
It may
Never
Recover
What I
Took
From it
To give
To
You
I tore
Chunks
From my
Flesh
In the
Hopes
You’d hold
One
To your
Heart
You
Never
Liked the
Stars
Did you?
You always
Seemed
To prefer
The
Moon
This
Hurt
It’s so
Intense
I haven’t
Felt such
A
Burning
In my
Life
I have
No more
Stars to
Give
I
Am
Too
Shaky to
Lean
On
This
Emotion
Turned to
Scar tissue
I
Am
Dry
I
Am
Hollow
You asked
For the
Stars
I promised myself the world
Published 16th Nov 2024
Author's Note
I’d give the stars if you asked, I’d give the moon and the trees and the music. I’d give my life. I’d give anything to make it okay again. I haven’t ever felt like this, I didn’t know I could.
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