When you were a young child
Everything was a smear of happiness, a dream come true and the only monsters you were afraid of were under your bed and in your wardrobe.

But now, as you grow old,
You realise that everything is slow and drags along like thick, black tar and the real monsters were inside your head and not even your once loved stuffed animals can comfort you anymore.

i am broken
I have been broken by tumbling sentences that fall out of people's mouths in a hurry when they've been hurt.
I have been broken by a simple act of inconsistency, whether it be missing a kiss at the end of a text or putting your shopping bag down to hard.

I have been stitched back together with lyrics of my favourite songs and snippets of my favourite movie clips and comforting sentences whispered by friend at 4:00am

So, be careful with me because I am fragile like glass, I break and eventually I shatter.

We think shooting stars are beautiful, delicate rarities flying down from an infinite abyss just to cross a meaningless sky with no real end

But no

They are fallen angels, to powerful to listen to any of gods word and to full of hatred to retrieve their broken halo from their fellow brothers and sisters

We are taught from a young age stars are full of life and energetic, especially shooting ones but we are never taught that they are the epitome rebelliousness and destruction and will live to see our world self destruct and collapse in on itself and form a desolating black hole, destined to **** every piece of hope up for itself

You ripped out my starless eyes and weeped when the sun didn't set that night