beautiful girl
My heartbreak was written in the stars
I’m a beautiful girl
hair like Medusa
all snakes and tangled curls
ain’t nothing behind
these black and smoldering lashes
just mirrors and smoke
and a burned out heart made of ashes
my joints my bones my skin
my very thoughts
destroyed and crumbling in
a shamble in your wake
I’m a beautiful girl
arms like the universe
I can show you how they unfurl
ain’t nothing behind
these stars in my eyes
struck back to earth
by your smile and your goddamn lies
my heart my soul my trust
every fragment of my love
been trodden to dust
my world after your quake
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