Everything is Beautiful

Everything is beautiful, and everything hurts.

Everything is beautiful, and everything hurts.

The sun shines brightness on roses not meant for me.

The sun shines brightness on roses not meant for me.

The sun is beautiful and shines on roses.

Everything—everything not meant for me— hurts.

Nighttime decorates itself with magical stars.

Nighttime decorates itself with magical stars.

My own light quietly dims behind my ribs.

My own light quietly dims behind my ribs.

My own magical light decorates itself with stars.

Nighttime quietly dims behind my ribs.

I shelter beneath blankets, safe under their weight.

I shelter beneath blankets, safe under their weight.

Emptiness beside me remembers your touch.

Emptiness beside me remembers your touch.

I shelter beneath emptiness, under blankets.

Their weight remembers your safe touch beside me.

Each memory is a brilliant spark—a firework that scars my mind.

Each memory is a brilliant spark—a firework that scars my mind.

My heart still beats strong, its rhythm unheard by any other.

My heart still beats strong, its rhythm unheard by any other.

Each memory that scars my mind beats its rhythm unheard by any other.

My heart is still a strong brilliant spark—-a firework!

My chest carries heat for you, slowly turning my soul to ash.

My chest carries heat for you, slowly turning my soul to ash.

I tell myself destroying someone is sometimes the only way to free them.

I tell myself destroying someone is sometimes the only way to free them.

Sometimes slowly turning someone to ash carries them.

I tell myself destroying my chest heat for you is the only way to free my soul.

Nightime quietly dims my spark, my light; I shelter beneath emptiness, blankets, safe under their weight.

My own heart behind ribs beats strong for itself; its rhythm unheard by any other; your touch (not meant for me) scars my mind–each memory remembers a firework.

I tell myself that turning you to ash beside my chest heat is the only way to free my brilliant soul.

The sun shines, decorates roses with stars, carries them on.

Sometimes slowly destroying someone is magical.

Everything hurts me, and still everything is beautiful.