Starcrossed (you know who you are)

She is my setting sun
beautiful like lipstick red
She is my loaded gun
cold blue steel against my head

She is my three-fold muse
whispered dirty words in ears
She is my wicked bruise
the wellspring of joys and tears

She is my car-crash star
hunched over the steering wheel
She is my jagged scar
mark that refuses to heal

She is my closest friend
disguised as an enemy
She is my sidewalks end
the love that can never be