What About

What about all those broken stars which came falling from the sky?
What about all those mean little stars who stayed up so high?

Those low keyed songs which you played only trapped me.
Those stoned wings which couldn't flatter only buried me.
That glittering scars you made only shimmered to me.
But why about your tears that never fell on my scars?

What about your incorrigible character that stayed longer than my pain?
What about those sunkissed tears that vanished from the rain?

Those lipglossed smiles which cherished my eyes, caught a thundering spark of darkness that never returned in the old style.
You gifted me high pitched emotions in broken cases and you showed the smartest ways to break me into pieces.

Those dirty pillows, those ugly cries - tearless and later soundless, those matted hairs ,wetted handkerchiefs, knotted voice,puffed up eyes,dried up tears ,dried up lips and tongues, voiceless sounds of body and heart and soul and those seamless pains that never got its own space to be felt.

What about that dried fallen leaf of the young tree?
What about those chipped hearts which stayed just like your cheap feelings?

You killed the flowers while counting the grasses and unfocused the colours by deep black scratches.
You threw me in the dark holding the lights .
You saw me die and still couldn't have the guts to fight.

What about us, who cried for someone who made us cry?
What about all those papers which were never given the space to dry?
What about those underskied clouds whom people enjoyed when they cried?
What about all those stars which couldn't shine?
What about all those broken stars which came falling from the sky?
What about all those mean little stars who stayed up so high?