And when my tears trickle

Down the blackest crevices

Of your fading mind, filling up,

Overflowing them with liquid love,

Then will you choose to see?


The holes cast monstrous shadows

Down the ravines in your mind

Where you hide and crouch

In claustrophobic spaces, hiding

From the resurrection of Sun's warmth


And when I fill your emptiness

With watery plaster and patterned

Band-aids, pressing soft lips

To the cuts and bruises invading

Splintered mind, will you smile?


You suffocate in a world of shadows and

All I can do is weep for you, for your

Silent withdrawal, even as I continue

To try and chain you to my reality: I'm just

Painting plastic smiles on broken dolls.