tip.toe- a supernova. [mirror.d masterpieces]

in retrospect.
the disasters are always beautiful.

these eyes ache.
teardrop-terrors. and polka-dot romances.
both sting to think about. reminiscing scents and.
these tiny fractures of these shattered dreams.
little glass heartaches. in pieces.
each reflecting it's own 'once upon a time'
and it's a little
disheartening.

and I've been stripped.
alarmed at the disarming. my coat of arms.
is a broken badge of used to be's.
white-washing relic.d memories. it's stunning.
how this mirror screams [forgetme]
and it never reflects.
the truth.

tonight. the sky seems dirty.
and each star seems like a puncture.
proof. that it's all falling down around us.
if only the beauty wasn't dead. I'd stand a chance.
while we dance -tip.toes- in the air.
with a bit of .nonchalant. blended with apathy.
mixed drinks made with meloncholy.
extra bitter. and strength
isn't my strongest suit.


all out of emotion.al- distress.
and there aren't enough letters left to send out a call.
by now. I'm drowning in the stars.
and whispering goodnight. watch closely.

a collapsing star broke my promise.
I'm burnt and broken. and this disaster was. tragic.
when tragedy meets emotion.
it leaves us all a little bit humbled.
and me. I'm walking the tightrope between
two tears and the sun.
hoping I'm combustable.

and I'm becoming my own disaster.
in retrospect. it seems best.
[boom]

_I just hope. I was beautiful.