dusting down the stars.

I grieve differently than most. it's more harsh, more intense. it hurts down to the very core and spreads like fire within my bones.

you know i will grieve for you till the world's end. and you take pleasure in that notion.

yet in your embrace, i feel something completely different and indescribable. you really did care. somewhat. at some point. i meant something to you, if not merely a possibility of what could be or could have been.

i miss you. but i won't ever tell you that.