The Diary of a Fallen Girl

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I am toxic, made of the stardust of fallen planets and missing stars. I am lost, blinded by my own mind, and blinded by the constant need to close my eyes against the world around me.

I am bleeding from mistakes on my skin, and I am hopeless, wandering amongst a galaxy and losing the key to every lock I create.

I am toying with the devil, baring my soul in the face of danger. I am vulnerable and blue, while you walk in strides of red with the presence of God in your footsteps. You are purposeful, meticulous and careful. You slow dance with fire in your palms and the ocean in your veins, and your mind is in sync with your heart. You breathe just as difficultly as me, however, I cannot manage to feign ease in the way your red palms and cold words allow you to.

I am lost under a blanket of stars, and you are the night sky that gives light to those who cannot make their own. You are the sun and the moon and the falling of rain, and you are red in a way that words cannot begin to describe. I am blue and black.

As we meet in the cover of darkness, you take my hand, and in the same way the sun rises after a night full of blindness, I see purple.