When she spoke,
She spoke of stars.
And all those little comets she loved
So dearly.

When she spoke of him,
Her voice held a constant pitch.
Her eyes proclaimed a different tale
As they wavered
Lost and lone.

Oh how I Lie,
You never deserved to be like this.

Those little stars burnt out in your skin,
and your lips are spitting cosmic dust
A blackhole lies where your stomach once was.

She only offers
Water to sip.

All your beauty
All you've known
Will be ****** into nothingness.