The Fault in Our Stars
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When I was a little girl,
I would pray.
With my eyes wide open and my head tilted back in wonder,
Struggling to soak up every ounce of happiness and sunshine I could
It’s a metaphor, see?
You put the killing thing
Right between your teeth,
But you don’t give it the power
To do its killing.
But you don’t get to choose
If you get hurt in this world.
"My thoughts
are stars
I cannot fathom
into
constellaions."
Shooting across
the sky
of my brain.
I try
to change
their position
to avoid
the pain
Look at her eyesHow they glimmer and shineThe sun is settingYet still they sparkle in the light of the lime
