She made (you) radioactive.
Fallout trailing in your (wake).
You fell from your sweet heaven (to)
        (the) hell you now reside in.
(Disaster) dismantled all that you knew.
A crimson smile (that) blinded you
        as you fell to the ground.
Everything (is) ash.
(Your) happiness faded with the
        heated embers after
        the explosion.
Your (life) crumpled around the
        mushroom cloud that was
        your sweet downfall.

Those lips that I kissed tonight
Didn't taste like you.
The black cotton shirt I clung to
Didn't smell like you.
So I kissed him harder.
And I pulled him closer.
I tried to push you away.
I wanted to conceal you
In my darkest memories.
But when he walked away
Without a glance,
I realized that
My lips,
My arms,
My everything,
Weren't enough for him either.

You tasted like *** and regret.

Covering herself in layers figurative and literal,
She hides the scars that the past has inflicted on her.
She pulls down her sleeves and walls her heart within a steel cage,
No longer susceptible to pain.
Pushed to the brink,
Another soon to be statistic,
Her last hope gone,
She whispers to the world,
"Goodbye".

Changed in an instant.
"Marked".
They say that time heals all wounds,
But even as Father Time ticks forward,
They never disappear,
They only become
Faded.

You say that I am
Pretty,
Nice,
Lovely.
But "nice" girls don't etch tally marks into their wrists.
"Pretty" girls don't cry themselves to sleep at night.
And "lovely" girls aren't afraid of the demons in their mind.