Romantic French borderlines crossing
the ballet pink harp I clutch onto
for no dear reason at all.
Your eyelashes sweep the filth from the streets.
I cling to you desperately.
Your agony breaks me.
I want to heal you like you've never experienced this.
For even though you are here,
I am lonely.
I want to be drawn up,
into your arms.
A vacant chair centered in the dark room
is resting beside a tray of your
I am scared, so I hold your hand tightly.
You tell me it's okay
and not to be afraid.
Timeless angels align the building, you say.
And I am one of them.
I blush, and shed my skin like a snake.
You dig deep,
pulling up the truth like gravel.
You peel away my layers
and illustrate my form.
I am a black and white silhouette on paper.
And I dance.
Oh, I do.
You teach me so many new things, yet, I am only human.
Forever cursed to my mortal chains.
This is all I've ever known.