She never was a swimmer
Although she's had plenty of practice
Drowning in her tears.
Her face, it's beautiful
The streaks glisten like crystals
And her smile is as pure as gold.
From the outside
They would never be able to tell
That she looks for happiness at the bottom
Of a bottle of Pinnacle.
They would never know
That her family is falling apart
That her ex-boyfriend left her for dead
And no one was there to save her.
To them, she is a star
But stars are just ***** of gas and fire
With unstable compositions
Always running the risk of an explosion.
She's just running around
Trying to get some answers
Trying to understand herself
And how she let this happen.
She needs a cushion
A pillow
A blanket
Or maybe someone else
To fall smoothly and swiftly into
As she completely breaks down.

I've never been much of a photographer
but it seems that every photo I take of her
from any angle or lighting or background
seems to level with her beauty.

if the sun shines behind her
it brightens up her
already porcelain skin
and creates this unbelievable
contrast of lights
and even darks.

I may not be a photographer
but you are my inspiration to
write, read, smile, make memories,
and even to live.

you are a piece of art,
and your beauty deserves
to shine.

In each small moment
we can choose
life or death