bruised and calloused, left for dead
still i hold the silhouette of a perfect smile.
dragging my heels in the perfection i can’t be a part of.
looking to the eyes to see the future i wish would come.
the past i know is fantasy,
the way i need it to have been.
forcing my memories to conform to my weakness.
looking into her eyes, the beauty consumes me.
but infinite hunger still devours my mind.
as i’m left with nothing to believe.
i fall endlessly from grace.
all i am is empty, and the cause is the look on her face.
i look to her to find what i wish existed in me.
again paralyzed by the dark. alone for eternity.
my infatuation can never release me.