Now we are moving in our

own directions. You’re

going backwards rewalking

your past and you never learn

anything. I am marching

forward because unlike you

my past educated me.



You can sit there and say it

wasnt that bad but you are

completely mad if you think

I want to be friends with you.

You constantly abused me.

I don’t want your obssessive

need for my adoration.

Flowers On Galileo’s Grave

Maybe that’s what the stars are.

Cosmic petals of light that

shine to guide us on during

all of our darkest nights whilst

the moon mourns silently as

she casts shadows and flowers

onto Galileo’s grave.