glass

I'm missing you.
you turned my heart to glass.
as it mimic crystal and diamond sparkling as if you see me.
I shatter and tear in pieces just to bleed for you.
a subzero cold.
hollow that's what I am.
aching numb.
and pale.
I must be pretty as a vampire to you.
yet my superhuman charms do not amuses.
yet you are my muse.
a poet dying lovesick fantasy.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I want to be yours.
I need to be yours.
yet I am this hollow shell.
a bombshell in the mudd.
suffering in this red brown thicken clay.
molded.
wanting to be your liking.
yet my tears shatter like ripple in water.
scattering like fever.
burning like itch.
screams.
I tried to scream.
but fall and stumble on deaf ears.
such lovely ears.
such soft lips.
yet I do not taste.
a want to touch.
but I do not feel.
you ruin me.
but I love the abuse.
such sweet abuse.
yet I fell.
when you gaslighted the fuse.
love.
such a tragedy.
to know I'd die for you.
such perfect grass you walk on.
and I worship it blindly.
yet you make me like a glass.
a needle.
a crack.
barely breathing.
I'm still wanting.
dreaming.
to be yours.
such vivid wet dreams.
I'm cursed with more.
losing myself.
I am lost.
in the reflection of the girl who I still adore.
painted a black and blue yet handsome.
and very much still in love with you.
©darkmocha