The first steps to forgetting begin with the stars again.
words are knives, they say, and I've proven so myself. Yours cut me deep, now I am left to tread through the darkness, feel left and right - no longer ready or sure.
Only the stars offer comfort. It is best I seek my own light again and abandon yours.
I will have to remind myself of this once again -- that once I believed myself capable of being great, that once I was sure I'd be the best. I have doubted myself since then - though myself unworthy of my lofty dreams - incapable of reaching the heights of my aspirations.
You were one who made me invisible even at my best. I wanted to believe I was wrong, but I should have trusted intuition.
But I will be better than you had imagined.
words are knives, they say, and I've proven so myself. Yours cut me deep, now I am left to tread through the darkness, feel left and right - no longer ready or sure.
Only the stars offer comfort. It is best I seek my own light again and abandon yours.
I will have to remind myself of this once again -- that once I believed myself capable of being great, that once I was sure I'd be the best. I have doubted myself since then - though myself unworthy of my lofty dreams - incapable of reaching the heights of my aspirations.
You were one who made me invisible even at my best. I wanted to believe I was wrong, but I should have trusted intuition.
But I will be better than you had imagined.
