He was a star.
A luminous one;
Oh, how people adored him,
were fascinated by him.
But how little they knew;
how he used to hold himself together,
by his own gravity.
Sometimes it used to be really hard though –
pulling himself together;
and there was always this fear of exploding into the supernova.
Waking up in the middle of the night
thinking about ways he could end this pain –
this unbearable pain,
He did manage to end it… in the end.
He did explode into the supernova.
It was not just a heart
that shattered that night,
it was hope.
Is this how it was supposed to end?
But I guess in the end it doesn’t even matter.