Shooting Stars

She was a treacherous beauty as violent and as breath taking as tsunamis and forest fires. 
She was as sad and as brilliant as exploding stars.
She was as horrifying and equally as wonderful as life itself, 
but with a gun between your teeth you can only speak in compliances or threats. 

She chose the latter and pointed the bullets at herself.

She tricks herself into being tired so she doesn't have to face the world one day after another and she has dreams about reality. Which makes waking up even harder because she can no longer draw the line between things that are real and things that she made up. But as she sleeps she hangs her left foot off the edge of the bed, hoping that maybe, just maybe, something will snag her. 

She has a ladder set up just outside her bedroom door hoping she can jinks herself into dying. 

Her diet itself is a suicide note, strictly limited to all the things that she is allergic to. 

Her favorite playlist is the one that makes her feel like her heart is sinking, these melodies are sliding razor blades into her blood stream as she slides razor blades through her skin. 

Shes as sad and as brilliant as exploding stars. 

Sad because the sky holds one less star tonight,

And brilliant because of the mess she makes as she destroys herself. 

But no matter how hard you try,
you can't stop the stars from falling.

And it's even harder to catch them.