our stars are crossed
Tragedy is imminent, knowing is so much worse
Because she is the current you can’t break away from
She is world-shattering, a whirlwind of blue stardust
She is the last swirling silver breath of air a firecracker is allowed to take before it fizzles out
She is the red white blue flash in the sky
She is not a muse, she’s the soul in a drab slab of marble
A dying star couldn’t encapsulate her
A supernova explosion wouldn’t break her
She is a cry for help in typewriter font
She is a language no one understands but thinks is beautiful and poetic and effortlessly romantic nonetheless
She is the broken mirror shoved against the wall
She is remarkable and gorgeous, would never let you think otherwise
She is the lyric you can’t forget
She is the girl you don’t want to
She is the crescendo of a thousand voices screaming
She is the result of a hundred days spent dreaming
Collapse is inevitable, but she burns too brightly to be forgotten
Her back is curved, poised for an encore that hasn’t been requested yet
She is the flame they forgot to extinguish
She is the light they never could
She is strawberry lip gloss and never learned how to say please
She is pale blue gossamer and opaque glass
She is the marble column supporting Atlas
She is the cord holding back Sisyphus
She is the name sprawled in delicate cursive lining my thoughts
Girls made of stardust are destined to burn out
But aren’t they so captivating when they do?