The Prince let me love him once.
He gave me a brilliant son.
It’s unfortunate that he thought I was nothing more than the town trollop.
I can’t say that I really knew him or why he chose to leave me alone here.
I must not have been worthy in his eyes.
I’ve tried to move on but my mind recalls.
He was beautiful to me.
The Wizard let me love him once.
He supported me after my second suicide attempt.
It’s unfortunate that he thought I was nothing more than a phase of the moon.
I can’t say that I really knew him or why he chose to leave me alone here.
I must not have been understandable in his eyes.
I’ve tried to move on but my mind recalls.
He was beautiful to me.
The Wise Counselor let me love him once.
He encouraged me to write and publish.
It’s unfortunate that he thought I was nothing more than the purveyor of his masturbatory fantasies.
I can’t say that I really knew him or why he chose to leave me alone here.
I must have been wholly unappealing in his eyes.
I’ve tried to move on but my mind recalls.
He was beautiful to me.
The Magician let me love him once.
He convinced me that I was incredible and powerful.
It’s unfortunate that he thought I was nothing more than entertainment on tap.
I can’t say that I really knew him or why he chose to leave me alone here.
I must have been irrelevant in his eyes.
I’ve tried to move on but my mind recalls.
He was beautiful to me.
And for my entire life I loved the King.
He gave me life on earth as I know it.
It’s unfortunate that he didn’t think that I needed him as much as I did this entire time and now he’s dead.
I can’t say that I really knew him or why he chose to leave me alone here.
I must have been designed to survive being alone like he was in his eyes.
I don’t know if I can move on but my mind simply recalls.
He was beautiful to me.
Maybe I am supposed to decide on my own when I’m okay now.
Maybe only I can know when I will be better than okay without them all now.
Maybe they all did me a favor when they stopped sending me light across the galaxy.
Maybe love is real and they were my lessons.
Maybe I can use what I have learned from loving them to help me
become valuable, comprehensible, appealing, relevant and self sufficient.
Maybe one day I too will be beautiful to someone.
Or maybe it all happened so I could share it all with you and help you
(person’s whose eyeballs can translate these words to their mind)
what the closest supernova exploding actually looks and feels like.
Fate will decide how much beauty applies…