The stars were what she liked most

About the sky.

Then,

They started to fall.

Tears from the eyes of the

Gods above,

Fall down from the sky,

These tears are what we call

Stars.

An impending explosion

Of emotion,

These godly tears that we

Now see fall

Were what she liked most

About the sky.

Tears now fall not just

From the gods’ eyes,

But from hers as well.

The stars shone bright

When they w...

The stars were what she loved most about the sky, and then they started to fall, one by one.

Her mother, in a car accident.

Her father, from despair.

Her sister, from disease.

Her friends, because she pushed them away.

And she would look up at the sky and see the stars slowly but surely falling.

They kept falling. They wouldn’t ever stop falling, she was sure of it.

It was inevitable.

Bec...

The stars were what she liked most about the sky.

Then, they started to fall.

Chasing stars once left her in a breathless awe,

Filling her soul full to the brim with wonderlust.

Then one by one, the stars began to fall.

The passion that radiated inside her,

Slowly began to fade.

Unbeknownst to her,

She would eventually run out of stardust after all.

She begged and cried,

As she got on...

Something beyond the stars beckoned to her

Told her that in her weaknesses

She was strongest

For she understood the impossible to understand

Because she believed that whatever was beyond the stars

Made the stars

And the stars made her

The dust to ground to body

Her split rib glimmered

As it would in the sky

Shined in her voice

Blinded those that looked in her eyes

And eneveloped them in be...

The stars were what she liked about the sky,

Jewels pinned against an endless, velvet night.

Each one a spark that caught her drifting eye,

A piece of distant beauty, cold and bright.

She’d sit for hours, lost beneath their glow,

Dreaming up constellations of her own,

Mapping her wishes in the world below,

A silent dialogue with the unknown.

But then, one night, the stars began t...

And then he sent her photos,

of sky and moon and stars.

That’s when she knew,

he aimed to catch her heart...

Nonexistent cares,

and a what not of tries.

Trust in love,

and all will fall into demise.

Lines in the rift,

of being behind her eyes.

She’s sorrow ladened again,

but no one hears her cries.

Inked to the page,

in his last words she sighed.

She’s just a storm collector,

with h...

She gave everyone she knew a star in the sky

so anytime she looked up she could be greeted with the comfort of familiarity

To be reminded of the love both given and received

The stars were what she liked most about the sky, after all

She became so familiar with looking up that she created maps in her mind

Each landmark representing someone she held dear

and the journey they shared

The stars were...

Her Sunshine

Glowing like honey,

The sweetest known

Days with her, warm and sunny,

Those around her tend to grow

She lived among the stars,

Not hers to see,

Never too far,

They did not shine as bright as she

She longed for the stars,

And the life they provide,

But when she was around,

They all seemed to hide

She was the sun,

The warmth in the sky,

The bringer of fun,

never ques...

Her joyfulness and energy were what the girl liked about her little sister.

However, her energetic and happy persona started to fall after starting high school.

The spark in her eyes dimmed out, replaced with a distant, emotionless gaze.

Her laughter once vibrant, was replaced with silence.

Though, it still lingers through the once lively halls they used to play in.

The sister she once knew was j...

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When people die

they leave things behind

making you believe that it’s only a matter of time before they come back

That their not really gone

just missing

A pack of cigarettes taped to the underside of a dresser after he promised he would quit

A stack of unopened mail just waiting to be opened by his careful hands

A knife left out from the last time he made a meal f...