Tag: wanting

 I found you like a little broken china doll
 I took you through the cobblestone and concrete home
 I glued and mended your porcelain face 
 I stitched your clothes and made you a heart of clay 
 You had such empty eyes still 
 I could only make them gleam in the streetlights
 I kissed your cold, cold lips
 I found my tongue unable to go any further 
 I found a tear in your glass eyes 
 That fell upon all the pain no one else could see 
 All the depression and suffering within me 
 Deep within the windows of my own eyes 
 You let me comb at your old and matted synthetic hair 
 I put my hand on your chest and that heart didn’t beat 
 Your chest didn’t rise and fall 
 Even after I put blood in your tile and your fabric 
 I weaved this and that and still nothing
 Nothing but my denial was real