u/Horror_Vegetable_732

Nobody is going to see you,
and that's okay.
You weren't made for stardom.
You were made from stardust,
love, and despair.
Intricately woven with the
best and worst parts of me.

Your road isn't going to be
laid with golden bricks,
but instead paved with
desolation and cut teeth.
There won't be a burial
with a marker on the side.
Only a faded outline will remain
and whisper of where your rot lied.

And all that is still just fine.
Despite your isolation from a world
that will never celebrate you,
you still mean something.
You're many things:
honest, forgotten,
and as sweet as formaldehyde,
but most importantly, above all,
You are proudly mine.