Star (Full)

She was reminiscent of a star. Exceedingly bright and exceptionally lovely from the outside. And like a star she was dead inside.

It isn't hopeful, nor a play on word lost to the same cliche of time. She did not look to man as a way of sealing off the cracks in her chest. Instead, she looked to him as the cause.

In every crack she was reminded of him. Him the addict with the silver tongue who pierced her heart so easily. Him the man who fed her sweet nothings while tearing her apart.

He was every evil analogy written in Shakespeare's hand. A devil disguised as an angel hell bent on making her feel small.

And yet she had loved him wholly and with her entirety only to be left torn and tattered with nothing but a dim light left in her soul.

And like all dying stars, she exuded beauty to all who's eyes fell upon her, only to be burnt out entirely inside.