They claimed that she was different kind of disaster
They whispered as she passed how she was a cacophony of stardust
How moon dust shines in her eyes,
They claim that she is a beautiful disaster
But, oh, how little they know

For she is a asteroid stuck in impact
Shattering over and over again
Screaming for the suns to hear across each galaxy
Only to be met with deafening silence

There is nothing beautiful about her disaster
For what is beautiful about a disaster bloodstained by tragedy
What is gorgeous about a person missing parts
There is no beauty in her disaster
Only innocence torn by the roots
Only a heart run right through

She has trained her face to hide every bit of disaster in her
Her eyes do not give a shred of the tears waiting to fall
She can not break into another disaster
For trusting someone with the beginnings of her tragedy
Is exactly how she became known-

As a beautiful disaster
Something that she desperately, never wanted to be