sad writing for sad days.

ginger ballerina.

you were the sun
and i was the moon.

don't go.

you were phil
and i was dan.

please come back.

you and i
were light
and day.

i was stupid.

i have to admit, i was jealous
of you and how you
did ballet and the fact that
you had perfect grades.
you were always smiling.
you are so cute.

i don't deserve someone like you.

you were always so
eager to tell me about
dance and how you
were doing in ballet.

you mean everything to me.

you and i did
everything together.
but.. i ruined everything.

you ruined me.

you said "fuck
you bitch."
i never thought
i'd hear that from
you.

i deserved it.

you told me that
i had no friends.
told me you were
always mad at me.

i'm mad at myself.

you told me so
many things.
i never thought
the sun would
ever die.

it did.

the world is
very cruel
and dark
without you.

im cruel and dark without you.

you will always be
the sun to my moon.
the phil to my dan.

but that's all
a faint memory
of what used to be.

you will always be
my ginger ballerina. :))