little stars

The feeling of little stars running through your body

Little crystals that cut in every movement

Preventing you from running

but getting too close to the throat

Making you understand that if you speak it’ll cut

Watching the little stars in my veins as I breathe

through my tears forming makeup rain

Shouting to not trust or they’ll get more sharp

I’m tired

Someone once said that the stars lie

They would become more bland and bright

once you let them breathe

If only I knew

The only way I recognized was the cutting edge

Making myself bleed till the end

wanting to prove me wrong

But some were sharp

the ones that I continued to use

but ones were soft and bright

Having an epiphany of blaming spiral

to become a body with stars

soft and sharp

But allowing myself to feel

opening the door to all the little stars