Shattered

I can’t make you love me

And you won’t even smile

I’m not sure just what I did

That brought me to this point

I’ve been so angry, and I’ve been so hurt

All you do is shatter me in this dungeon that I built 

My heart had hoped, and my head has wished

But underneath that skin of yours is needles and swords

Should have taken the initiative when I had the chance

But now I’m stuck, and I can’t find freedom

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Super Nova

A radiant star blazed in the night sky, enchanting the galaxy with it’s glow.
Constellations had never been more brilliant without it’s illumination.  Like a knot drawing completion to the tapestry of space, it gleamed with pride.
As years began to pass, surrounding stars became uncomfortable with the glowing orb.  Secretly each neighboring star began to feel as though it’s light dimmed their own glory.
“You’re too bright.  Tone it down.  Nobody wants to stare at you.  You do nothing but fill yourself with hot air.”
“Make room for other stars to join in, you take up too much space for your tiny self.”
Overtime, the star believed the words the others had spoken and slowly the constellation began to dim.
Feeling snubbed, the constellation complained yet again, “Look at you, you dry and dulling excuse for a Star.  How could you possibly be worthy of this cluster like that?  What will the planets say?  What shall the Galaxy say when we tell Her of your condition?”
Feeling out of place and alone the star began to dull darker still.   It slowly grew larger in size, fading to red.
Some believed it was in anger.  Others said it was from old age.
Finally, before another negative word could be said, the star burst in a violent explosion of light.  One final clap of brilliance before it died away forever.