you hear her with her wide doll-eyes
she penetrates your thoughts
cracking with each tink of the glass
she consumes you
your brunette smile, so coy
hides the disheveled nature
of emotions, loss, and wanting
a little bit of heaven for yourself
with anyone who shows interest
in this tortured existence
of loneliness crying out for someone to love
she speaks to you though no words come
your treasure, the one whom you despise
kept in her glass case unrestrained
she consumes you
you need one of your own to keep
for the others rush away
seeing in those distant eyes a mind
so unlike their own, giving nothing
wanting everything as small as a morsel
or as big as only true life can sustain
in this vacuum of your mindless love
so loud, those eyes bore through you
making you answer her
probing your inadequacies and failures
she consumes you
you’ve tried before with lovers
like trinkets passing in and out your hand
the dark boy with the cigarettes and the pretty blond
girl with the soft voice and kisses for you
his darkness not approaching yours
her sweet love not offered for you alone
you picked your favorite parts of them to love
her crash to the floor has shattered her
though no silence follows the fall
her pieces scattered in your bloodstained hands
she consumed you
now with no one left to talk to, you decide
to reconstruct one for your own
the missing pieces pulled together such as fabric
from a swatch, collected from your memories
of the things which you have lost
not for want of trying, just your shadows cast them off
igniting deep inside you a perfect pattern for your love
left, no longer waiting for her eyes to draw you near
you start gathering their best features
piece by piece for a doll to call your own
you consumed them
your smile no longer coying, but telling just the same
the drive in which you take them
leaving nothing left to doubt
you cut and stitch remainders you have chosen long before
and taking back entirely the darkness from your eyes
you wrap your arms around it stroking with your hand
to coexist forever in this sweet embrace of love
* can anyone guess the Muse?
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