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.

There are words, swimming in her head
           an aquarium of emotion
some words are nice, but others fight,
           and cause a stir within the ocean

There are words, soaring through her head
           headed north now and then
They escape dark skies, and flee her mind,
          and hope to make it home again

It's not fair
that you get to go on
enjoying the sun
when you took mine
right from my sky

It's not fair
that you get to go on
smile on your face
when you took mine
right from my mouth

It's not fair
that you get to go on
on the receiving end of love
when you took mine
right from my heart

It's not fair
that you can break a girl

break her smile

break her heart

and go on like you did nothing wrong

i lie here, your deep breathing
tickling tiny wisps of my hair

the cracked ceiling tiles have
never looked so interesting

somehow, your warm body cocooned itself
around mine last night
and i can't bring myself to untangle
your limbs from mine

you're a box labeled: “FRAGILE.
HANDLE WITH CARE.”

and one thought flutters forward:
“oh, honey,
how no one handled you with care.”

my fingers trace “fragile” on your exposed skin,
as i count -one,two- the cracks
in the ceiling.
-DDF