Here's to my little half-life stars.

Here's to the sidekicks.
Here's to that chick
That holds bricks
In her chest because
The gem that once was
Is now cracked.

If her eyes had laser beams,
She would burn holes in
The back of his cranium.
But no matter how hard she tries,
He'll never turn around.

Her hurt is thick like syrup

viscous and difficult to find

She's digging through
Crates of blank stares
all she wants is a word

one word, hello. 

Here's to the one who will make you wanna cry
When she tries to smile.
To the girl who spoke with people
In high places.
Here's to that one who would SO rather
Be "Her" than "Her Friend".
Here's to those ones made of diamonds and silver
Covered by sand and cloth.
Here's to the invisibles
The resistibles,
The forgettables
And the regrettables.

I see you,
And if I could I would kiss
Each and every one of you
On the forehead like a mother.

But I'm not calling out to God for you,
Because if there is a God,
Then this universe is a spitball,
And the remnants are starting to congeal.