I curse the moon for the changing of the tides

That brought you, my little sister’s, paradise-bound ship into the unyielding storm

I curse the forces of gravity for crushing your spirit 

And dragging us down to rock bottom when we were on cloud nine 

I curse Him, up above, for His universe being stronger

Than ours with its clandestine prayers and heads bowed at feet

I curse Mother Nature for ripping the ocean apart

And letting its curses fall upon us in crushing tidal waves

I curse the moonlit shores where we pressed our lips against its smooth pearls

And muttered a desperate prayer to save you, my little sun

I curse the stars in the night sky for guiding your ship into the dark 

And for not letting my taurus and your cancer be enough against the world

I curse these relentless waves that crash upon me, now that you are gone

Knocking down the little parts of me that I manage to build up 

I curse every one of them for all their heartless souls

As they shamelessly fake tears and grieve for my little angel they never even knew    

I curse you, you dumb girl, for giving in to your own storms 

Letting yourself drown in the water without a fight or even warning

I curse our parents for never being strong enough

To give you the strength to carry on, to show you the way out   

I curse this cruel world for ripping you from my arms

That didn’t hold on tight enough to keep you safe from the storm 

But most of all, I curse myself for not saving you in time 

From being washed away into the dark void you left in my heart.