Trapped by You
Am I wrong for looking for you in the silver teardrops of the night sky? Am I wrong for searching for your hues of blues in my pools of green? Am I naïve for pretending that if I blink enough times, you'll emerge from my eyelashes and tell me it was all a dream; that God isn't a thief and I'm not a victim? That life isn't a hypocrite and I can cherish him once more?
All of my empty forevers are falling out of my hands like the tears of the first spring thaw. All I can do is watch as more of me disappears in a sea of your voice, your smile, you hair, your eyes, and your lies. Whispers flow into a roar as the walls cave in. I close my eyes, waiting for it all to crash down and envelop…embrace…erase…
Yet as I open them, nothing has changed. There's no peace. No release. No climax. No relief… There's only more and more grief. It's the same for every step, every room. The same with every piece of my glass heart, who's stained with the very blood that she's forgotten how to pump.