Tomorrow,
don't tell someone that they are the star of your heart,
tell them about the star-shaped scar in your heart
Tell them that one point of the star which was caused by anger,
the kind of anger that boils your emotions so strongly,
no words were uttered
Tell them the other point that looks shorter than the rest,
for it was carved the time you feel the smallest in your life
Tell them the point that follows the southeast on a compass,
a time when you were lost in life, and took a wrong turn at sea
Tell them the fourth point, the most deeply-etched one,
the one from your fourth love who was your first love
and therefore the deepest love
Tell them the last point,
the one that if they look hard enough
"is the second to the right"
and takes them straight on to your heart till morning
Tomorrow,
tell the star of your heart the scars in your heart.
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