S t a r L i g h t s

Starlight

StarBright

Grant my wish

Keep me alive

Her eyes, they would smile and she would shrug.

Her lips would be curved upwards, taunting the other as he would stare angrily at the girl. He would grimace, tasting bile in his mouth as she giggled, frozen on the floor in her own world; glass skin painted with sharp strokes that bled her colors in. Her eyes used to reflect the mist of the ocean waves, now they were no longer blue but they were grey and dead and staringly hollow. And he hated it, so much that it made him sick. The thought of her made him sick now, and he loved her -- loved the feeling and the dizziness that he craved when he saw her. The only time she wasn't addicting and loved was when she was sketching onto her skin, on the floor and giggling and giggling and giggling like it was funny.

Her smile, it was only fake then and her eyes would shrug.

He would frown and groan and whine but she wouldn't give him another piece of candy, scolding him for his bad eating habits. Spiteful, he pouted and clung to her mercilessly until she was smiling like she always did, lovingly and full of that intoxicatingly lovely poison she gave him. As he leaned over and tasted her sweet lips, he smirked. He didn't need candy, he had all the sugar he needed in his arms. He kissed her forehead and poked her nose, hearing her sigh in perfect contentment, in his arms on the couch. He smiled and nuzzled into her shoulder, smelling her hair and laughing quietly. She always smelled like the ocean.

She always said, "It's hard to walk this path alone; it's hard to know which way to go."

But she was wrong. She wasn't alone, she had him, she always had him, and she always would. As he would always have her. But every day when he found her giggling on the floor and seeing the blood the blood the blood . . . . he suddenly wasn't so sure. Where did she go? Where is the girl that he fell in love with? She was still here, but when she was painting on glass and giggling giggling giggling, she was g o n e. So every night when they went to the beach, she would fall asleep in his arms and he would fall asleep with her. But she would always wake up, and she would cry.

"Star light, star bright,

All the stars up in the sky,

Hear my pleas and grant my dreams,

As I make a quilt of wishful seams.

Star light,

Star bright,

Please grant my wish,

And keep me alive.

If not for me, then all for him,

For this star is glowing dim,

Though she's filled with love and hope,

She's been turning through a kaleidoscope.

So star light, star bright,

all you stars up in this sky.

Wish I may, and wish I might--

Keep me alive for these twilit nights."

N a m i x a s