Everything Is Awful

Choking on the Stars Strangled by the wishes I made. Mangled by promises. Wasted on yesterday. All the years I believed in you. I drowned in the lakes I dream of you. When you’re mobile is strung with stars and moons and you’re sung lullabies you can’t separate the truth from lies. There’s not a star that shines. The moon placed shades on the sun. And made braids with the blades of grass, so there’s bare patches as I walk. Big enough to sit in. Deep enough to sink in.