i look at you and i see beauty
when i'm holding you in my arms
i can almost reach the stars and grab on to the constellations in the sky.
you light up my night sky like the brightest star in the galaxy
you burn the wick inside my cold dark soul
burned out and withered it once was,
yet you spark a flame which has burnt out.
what i see in your eyes and what i feel in my heart for you
will never be what you see inside of yourself.
i remind you every single day,
of the grace you with hold and the endless beauty you portray,
and you still put the blade to your beautiful porcelain skin.
you hold your  hands out and you burn yourself,
with a cherry of a lit cigarette.
and for what? what good do you do when you destroy something beautiful?
your body is a sanctuary, why on earth would you burn it to the ground?
i try to take whats left and piece it together again..
but what on earth is the point if you are only going to set fire to your soul again come tomorrow?