I will no longer surrender my tears to you.

I will surrender them to someone who deserves them.

It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.

Drowned in my own tears,
for a few days, I think.
All that time, I cried and cried,
scared I'd never blink.

You would think,
devoting a life, to someone so hideous inside
would get that devotion burned,
but  instead of burning my own life away,
I stood and decided to be a tornado today.

Fires can burn brightly, I know,
like the guy who broke me so,
but tornadoes can rip the land,
and still reach the star struck galaxy of black.

So go on then,
my lost, loved X,
I'll be higher,
not a star, but a brilliant, bright lightning bolt sent from a much greater fire, that has more passion then the world,
could ever begin to acquire.

That man shattered me,
as you would see from my personality.
                                  But
As this poem is not about love or any other sappy thing,
its about how I got dumped by someone,
I devoted something so precious as my entire being.

He dreamed big,
as everyone does,
but I knew he would make his reality,
one with everything.
All that time,
I worked for him,
shopped and made him,
but in that time,
I cared for him so,
he gave up on me ages ago.

Now a star,
Me, still a tree,
lost in the evergreen of words that hurt me.