Are you a burnt little matchstick?
Struck against scraping sandpaper
Till you shine bright enough to be a star,
But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.
Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,
Now showing no more potential nor promise,
You are thrown away by the world,
Tossed in a pile without a thought,
The light you brought, they forgot,
So they have simply left you to rot.
-Maya Desdemona
I have been cruel.
I don't know if it was necessary.
I don't know if it was deserved.
All I know is that I have been cruel.
Why was it so?
Do I even regret it?
Have I truly stooped so low in this life?
The thought plagues me.
I know not what I have done,
But the thorns around my heart
Constrict with knowing silence.
They were merely words,
Having no effect on the receiver.
But I must live
Knowing I have been cruel.
– Maya Desdemona
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