Crystal Grass.

Take a sliver of my heart.

On second thoughts, just take my

everything. I already

belong to you anyway.

Can you see my eyes blinking?

They are like the running river,

two crystal moons reflected

eyelashes like chandelier lights.

Pretentiously framed, you see-

because I keep falling down,

your scent in my oxygen

make my body feel weaker.

Paint a picture in the stars

the shape of our shadows

interwoven in the patchwork quilt.

Through the glass I see it all-

my blindness to your silver

smile, washed up on the banks.

I can taste the sweet green grass,

already fractured beyond

the repairs I need to live.

Just save me with your gleaming glances.