She never wanted to try. And in his dreams ever after, the stars were silent. |
He has her taste on his tongue Like chocolate Bitter, unbearable And he wonders if his heart will stop beating Before he hits the ground No, she hadn't wanted to kiss him And she whispers, “You have always been my worst way of coping.” But he already knew that His jaw is clenched And he walks away as though the street were made of glass She bites her lower lip, Remembers the cigarette-chapped taste of him She wonders if stars feel the same way she does When they plummet from heaven The boy has a secret It has been buried in his sock drawer longer than he can remember But he would never admit how fragile he was All that mattered-- She hadn't wanted to kiss him He knew by the way she turned her face away This night is longer than any other in creation There's a million little stars scattered across his bedspread They have names like zopiclone amobarbital triazolam One by one, he rolls them on his tongue Until they find the endless precipice at the back of his throat I wasn't good enough to be your star But when I burn out I will be your supernova Under her own canopy of dreams Her eyelids flutter Her mouth crinkles into a frown And says a word that may have been, “no” Or may have been, “listen” Or may have been, “never” But wasn't “love” And above their heads A star is screaming as it falls And the twilight becomes just a little dimmer |